You have to read my post from yesterday, click here, to fully appreciate this title, but Mike at The Zen Hiker did just that. He then wrote a poem for me. Not a romantic poem, not an existential poem, but a poem
making fun ofinspired by my kitchen mishap. This is a great blog site, filled with hiking experiences/know-how, photography and poetry.
I have the privilege of being friends with Mike in the real world, not just the blogging world, so he gets away with his humorous blog about me being a knucklehead. He is a wonderful writer, and I hope you enjoy this poem and check out his blog.
I walked to the freezer with a pizza in mind,
Ripped from its box, a mighty nice find.
I opened the oven, the pie on a tray,
Twenty short minutes, I’d then have my say.
So I sat and I waited, and as the pizza was cooking,
Two pot holders I searched for, all the time looking.
As the clock winded down and it smelled almost done,
I was in a pot holder dilemma, I could only find one!
So I opened the door, and as I reached in with my right,
The pan started slipping and I got a big fright.
The pizza was loose, the pizza was falling,
It couldn’t be wasted, my stomach was calling.
So the brave soul I am, not caring about pain,
I reached out with my left, completely insane.
My fingers touched heat and they started to swell,
I don’t know what happened…
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