At the plate staring and   He's left with so much on the side   If it comes alive   Shift with spoony fork and knife   Break it, walk, safety away from strife      Kind and cutlery finds a pea   And punctures with a hole   All the dinners roll   Into the safety bowl for feasts of reason   And the flow of soul      Bins the bowl as he says   "Falsehoods and a man of straw   Is all my eye and Betty Martin saw!"