DFA Writes

O, freakish untensil
Your shame I shall hide
O, wondrous monster
I shall stay by your side.
A man and a woman
of different tastes
call for two tools.
“Find her a spoon
to bring her her soup.”
“Find him a fork
to bring him his meat.”
I reject this.
Just as the man and wife wed,
so, too, the spoon
and the fork.
Just as marriage makes two one,
yet more than one,
so, too, with the spork.
Though some rebuke thee–
“Twisted,” they say, “and vile.”–
They know not the nature of beauty.
O, freakish utensil
Two blend in one head.
O, wondrous monster
With you I am fed.