Ladle, cradle, spooning a brothy fable.
Here on the table, lies a cocky broth, cooked from the stable.
Little dipper, big dipper, the rounder the spoon, the closer you fit-her.
Working to be fitter - working merry-go-rounds with the babysitter.
Scooping ice cream stoops with shovels - call them bigger spoons.
Swiping microphones, swiftly, on stage - call them microphone goons.
Swooping magazine shoots with Kim - call them bigger moons.