The Dish's parents didn't want them together. They tried to keep them apart, but you know young utensils and dinnerware these days, they don't listen. So like a thief in the night, they waited for the dog to signal, by jumping over the moon, and they ran away together. They got a shot gun wedding in a little chapel (not in Vegas--couldn't afford it--- the dish was trying to put food on the table), and now live in a run-down trailer in a trailer park.
The spoon is a coke *****
You're living in the past it's a new generation; a spoon can do what it wants to do, and that's what it's gonna do.