It's hubby's favorite and a way I show lovin'.
I set the timer and then shut the door
While Sarah took a mop to the kitchen floor.
A half hour later, I went to check progress
But the pie slipped and dumped quite a mess.
"Oh, no-no-no-NO! Gooey coconut paste
All over the door and racks, what a waste!
Determined to salvage at least part of the pie
I gingerly slid it back in, "Worth a try."
Baked it for thirty more minutes or so,
Then I checked again, and whaddya know?
All was not lost--the dessert was redeemed--
But the mess in my oven has got me steamed.
I can be such a klutz, but why on Great Pie Day?
Guess who'll be scraping black yuck on Black Friday?
3 comments:
Clever, clever lady. :) I love "domestic" poetry that captures everyday events in homemaking. I seriously have a few (not so great, but hey) poems written about ordinary motherhood ( ;) ) and would love to compile a book. I'll let you know if I do.
Laurie, why don't you post a few on your blog? I would love to read them!
So cute!
I just hate that you had such a mess, but I'm thankful you used it as food for thought and turned it into a poem! Fun!
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