The magic knife and fork were so magic that if they dropped off the table, they jumped back on again, next to the plates, cups and saucers. Before long, they cut everything up. The tablecloth was soon in bits and pieces. The cushion, too. Even the the table was sawn right in two. The magic knife and the magic fork were really quite a pair. It didn't seem to matter much - if they cut right through the chair. Before long, the table legs were two inches shorter than before - and very soon the door knocker had fallen onto the floor. The magic knife and the magic fork didn't need much polish to shine ... when they clattered together, whatever the weather, they even cut up the wine. Very soon, the magic fork had diced the bread basket too - they even buttered the slices of bread, like magic knives and fork often do. The magic knife and the magic fork made music that rattled the pans - and even in the supermarket, they rattled the tins and cans. The magic knife and the magic fork cut up the rug on the floor - it even cut off the number six from the place it was number sixed on the door. The magic knife and the magic fork criss crossed across the room - and very soon the magic fork had made even the light bulb boom. The magic knife and the amgic fork were like a pair of drumsticks. They even started drumming on the roof and the chimney bricks. The magic knife and the magic fork cut up the tie of my shirt ... it cut off the buttons and cut off the zip ... it cut the trousers right off my hip. Magic.
© Jacqueline Richards 2005
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