I Stole This Spoon in Paris

I stole this spoon in Paris.
I really don't know why.
I'm not even sure that I stole it
In fact I probably just forgot
to give it back to the hotel
after I finished my
strawberry yogurt.

I stole this spoon in Paris.
From a four star hotel.
The French were getting
snooty and I felt the need
to cause some mischief.
It was the only thing that
fit in my pocket.

I stole this spoon in Paris.
It's better than the rest.
A fine addition to my set.
I can't pretend that I'm
not jealous when I clearly
am. Their spoon making
abilities amaze me.

I stole this spoon in Paris.
Slipped it deep into my coat
pocket until I returned to the
hotel where I wrapped it in
newspaper and threw it in my
day bag. It landed too hard and
chipped a coffee mug.

I stole this spoon in Paris.
I'm feeling a bit paranoid.
I use it to eat cereal with.
Raisin Bran is my favorite.
I stole this spoon in Paris.
I stole this spoon in Paris.
Big hairy deal.