Inspired by Robb, written. by ChatGPT
Oh, humble spoon of grain so fine,
Through years and meals, you’ve stood the time.
From bubbling broths to stews so deep,
In seasoned hands, your warmth I keep.
Your handle worn, yet firm in grip,
You stir my heart with every dip.
Through midnight cravings, dawn’s first light,
You’ve been my guide, my true delight.
No shining steel, nor silver grand,
Could match the work of your own hand.
My faithful friend, my kitchen tune,
I’ll always love my wooden spoon.
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