According to the Spoon

Silver, smooth, shapely—there’s nothing quite as sexy as a spoon.
The verb of it is what teens do in the back seats of hot-rods at the
drive-in, and old marrieds on mattresses that sag in the middle.

Spoons, all curve and handle, fit so nicely front to back. Folks keep
them in a separate slot in the silverware tray, afraid they’ll seduce
the forks and knives and breed a mess of sporks and knoons.

A spoon did get mixed up and all runcible with a fork once, and
made a dandy tool for oo la la hors d’oeuvres. Hi diddle it, fiddle it,
la vache et la lune, no wonder the dish ran away with the spoon.

Joe Smith