Knife's Narration.

There was a fork, it's tines were down
as if it gave a little frown.
It lay so very, very still
left upon the window sill.

Along came knife with serrated edge
"I love you fork," said knife, "I pledge,
to be your companion at the table.
All the meals, if you are able".
"Those tines look good on you", said knife,
Be my partner in this life,
I will cut and you will prong.
I think our union will be long".

But fork just gave it's little frown
You see, it's tines were facing down.
"Your words cut through my handle like butter,
and all my tines are set a-flutter.
I frown at your upfront narration
but seriously like your neat serration".

Knife and fork were married next day
And that is all I have to say.