Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Forked Royal

Place setting for the silverware

Beside the plate was a big thing,

And I was chosen to be there,

The fork that was fit for the king.

But a lamebrain servant put me

Down in the wrong place at the end.

More than a "tine"y snub this be,

A point just I could comprehend.

And when the king sat down, of course,

His elbow knocked me to the floor.

For the whole dinner fate did force

Me, bent out of shape to the core.

Down set this fork is still upset.

I won't fork give and won't fork get.