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Monday, October 11, 2010

Ode to a dead dead oven

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?

Burn me...
Burn thee...
Burn anything!

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.

No more.
Your Door un-hinged and on the floor.
Wires ripped from your bowls
You are dead.

Adieu GE Oven Monogram.

1 comment:

  1. How cute! Sad and funny poem! So creative. :)