Please do not take this one too seriously. I found a wild rhyme wandering around in the forest and I followed it to its den. Not always the best of ideas.

The evil faeries stole away my spoon,

And not too long ago.

I can remember using it at noon,

To add yeast to my dough.

They did it to mock me, this I will swear,

All faeries spite me much.

I've pulled off their wings, they're quick to declare,

Torture and all things such.

They are cruel, that spoon was dear to me!

I use it every day.

You think they are just? I must disagree,

Too big is their cache,

Of silverware and rings and shiny things,

It covers all their realm.

Diamonds and rubies and old rusty springs,

'Tis 'nuff to overwhelm!

But, o! Why my spoon? My love is too great!

Just watch my hatred soar.

But wait, that's so odd, do they procreate?

Look! There's more in the drawer!