Amend me an Amusement,

A century of dullness made this toy blurred.

Fifty years in the making of what laughing

at the wall can make me shiver here

in the north pole.

I cant laugh anymore,

yet when one speaketh that

fool who took my spoon and

ran away with it and married it.

One fine day after thirty years passed with no spoon,

the fork came up and said to me,

"Im sorry I need to divorce thee"

What cold hands I need to use forced me to eat,

all of these buffet at my feet.

Crying like a runaway clown here alone inside my head,

laughing inside out.