Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Ode to a Cuisinart Wand with Chopper/Grinder Attachment

I crept into the kitchen last night
With flick of switch caused quite a fright
As fuses blew and roommate too
(“Son of a BITCH” through the office door flew)
But did I care? As if I could
When close in cabinet you stood
The beans now soaked and garlic stewed
You mashed and churned and happily chewed
Oh cuisinart wand I love you so
How I did without you I scarcely know
You whip, you froth, you live to puree
And best of all, leave no disarray

3 comments:

Unknown said...

I thought you only ate lettuce

Anonymous said...

You are too obsessed with this appliance!
- EB

Unknown said...

love the poem!!!GJK