A knife made

A cutting remark to a fork

Who looked up and said

“I have a point,

several in fact.

I think you’re on edge

And not really yourself.

The rumour I hear:

The spoon scooped you again!”

The knife then retracted

And quietly said

“I feel so under used,

The world has gone soft!”

“Time will move on!”

The fork then proclaimed.

“You’re just newly minted.

Too soon you’ll complain

Your edge is abused!”

The drawer softly closed

On the bickering pair

As the glass chuckled and stated:

“Half empty or full

I’ll always be clear!”