Forks!

COLOR CARNIVAL

 FORKS!

A Cinquain

Utensils.

Prettily pronged.

Piercing, probing, picking.

Decorative and yet utilitarian.

Forks.

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A cinquain is a short poem with 5 lines. The theme of the poem is a noun and the rest of it is written to describe that noun. This is the structure it follows: First Line: A noun that is the subject of the poem as well as the title. Second Line: Two words that describe the title/noun. Third Line: Three ‘ing’ words that also describe the noun. Fourth Line: A phrase with four words that relates to the noun. Fifth Line: A synonym for the noun in the first line.

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BE THE FIRST TO LAUGH!

I have found it always pays

To be the first to smile,

At your own little, odd little quirky ways

Or your wrinkles (which are vile!)!

Laugh before the others do,

So that no-one can say

'She's got no sense of humour!'

And then quickly move away.

I'm old, that's a situation

That cannot be repaired,

So I laugh in anticipation

Of  a joke that must be shared.

My faculties are waning,

My hair has turned to grey;

Can't cope with things pertaining

To tumbling in the hay!

Our only choice is to smile, dears,

At treat it all as a joke.

Unlike this dour old lady

And this equally dismal bloke!

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