22 July 2012
#household - knife
There once was a butter knife that lived in my cutlery drawer. Every nite, when the lights went out, it sat up late and wished it could be more.
She wanted to be cool, like her cousin in the knife block. She dreamed of being sharp, cutting things with ease would rock.
I could feel the poor knifes sadness, making a mess cutting a bap. Chunks of bread falling everywhere, my lunch looked like crap.
I wished I could help my inanimate silver friend. So with a burst of inspiration I gave that knife a bend.
You may think that was mean, perhaps I should have warned her. But now she's having so much fun, buttering bread from around the corner!
The Little Knife That Could • Opuss № I