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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saneteachers 
Haha! Yes, I follow that blog too. Didn’t realize you were real life friends!
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Whatever he said about me….don’t believe it. Unless it’s good, of course, lol.
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Ouch! Great poem Mike
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That’s a good poem! It’s good to laugh when things go wrong, I think. Lightens the mood and helps us forget the pain. I hope your hand is feeling better soon!
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Today it’s almost 100% fine. The miracle of prescription balm. The Zen Hiker is a great site and I thought his poem was hysterical. I’m glad you liked it. 💟
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