Mini-Ode to the Spork

Look at you, spork!
I can't tell what you are...
Are you a mischievious fork?
Or a spoon from afar?

Your use has been doubled
with your unique shape.
With soup, there's no trouble;
Your prongs pick up my crepe.

So, spork, you are wonderful
For all my food needs.
Not at all pitiful,
Your duality exceeds.