Once upon a time
I was turned into a spoon.
All because my master
Was acting a buffoon.

It started when a witch
knocked on the castle door.
She said she wanted shelter
some food and nothing more.

When my master refused
he was turned into a beast.
I became a utensil
meant for use during feasts.

Truth be told, I don’t mind it
I don’t worry about hot or cold.
I don’t eat or sleep, I never tire
and I doubt I’ll ever get old.

Some of my peers are sad.
The other servants worry.
But as for me I’m different
I’m not in a hurry.

I have to do so much less.
I don’t have to work all day.
I can more or less relax.
Its easier this way.

Even the stuff I do now
Doesn’t take effort from me.
Now I only get used
to scoop sugar into beast’s tea.

I'd say I’m fairly content
and I doubt we’ll change back soon.
But it doesn’t really matter
So says the nihilistic spoon.