• Pt.1
    Spork!
    Spork!
    Where is my Spork?!
    The king pleaded in sadness, worried of his loss
    But the spork had rusted, unctouched, covered in moss
    The young King would never find it, never find it indeed
    Even years after the reward he had decreed

    Pt.2
    The sporks era had passed, the times had gone, existence never remembered, thoughts never dawned
    Never on that spork, that poor forgotten soul.
    The king had left it to rust, the forest it lay
    waiting for a random traveler, even to this day
    Will you claim this trophy? Will it be you?
    The spork grants a mystical power, let us see if this is true.

    Pt.3
    A fair traveler strolled along, following this pass
    Until he tripped on something shiny, and landed on his a**.
    "What was that?" He asked, "What was that thing?"
    And as chance would have it, it was the spork lost by the king
    So this tale contiues, and keep continuing it may.
    TUNE IN NEXT TIME TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS, THIS COMING SUNDAY!