Hour eleven

Extraordinary

This spoon was once bent by Uri Geller,
Took tea at Buckingham Palace,
And was smuggled into space,
This spoon is no ordinary spoon.

This spoon has shared ice cream
With Hollywood startlets,
Dined in soup at The Ritz,
This spoon is no ordinary spoon.

This spoon has climbed Everest,
And been to the poles,
Packed carefully in cases and bags,
This spoon is no ordinary spoon.

This spoon is a silver spoon,
Laying in my kitchen drawer,
Dreaming of exploits and fame,
It is no ordinary spoon.

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