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
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3 comments:
I thought you only ate lettuce
You are too obsessed with this appliance!
- EB
love the poem!!!GJK
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