Oh dead oven!
Oh heating element I mourn thee.
I feel naked - alone.
Why oh why oven of mine do you lay silent and mocking?
I clean you
I sing to you.
I lovingly lay yummies inside you.
Golden brown and delicious you'd return them to me-
Birth them forth into my waiting ovenmitted hands.
Your Door un-hinged and on the floor.
Wires ripped from your bowls
You are dead.
Adieu GE Oven Monogram.