It's soaked in vinegar, will that be okay?
I couldn't find the god damn crock pot lid;
someone washed the dishes, now it's hid -
not here, vamoosed, it's absent, gone astray.
I hope this pork roast doesn't kill a kid.
I've organized the shelves but GOD FORBID
the pots and pans are rightly put away:
I couldn't find the god damn crock pot lid.
And so I called my mom, that's what I did:
"My crock pot's trash. This isn't a good day.
I hope this pork roast doesn't kill a kid."
My mom insisted all was quo pro quid:
"Just top with foil, the roast should cook that way.
You shouldn't even need the crock pot lid."
But night won't go so gentle now amid
my trichinosis worries, so I pray:
"I hope this pork roast doesn't kill a kid.
St. Anthony, where's the god damn crock pot lid?"
I also wrote at MamaPop.com about the President's wife tearing up the damn White House lawn to plant some tomatoes.
Michelle Obama's New Book American Grown: FLOTUS Is A Punk Rock Gardener
5 comments:
Love it! I needed a giggle. :)
Bahahahahahaha! You are my hero. (You knew I would appreciate this, right?) Thanks for this bit of genius for a Friday night.
You're something, you know that?
Would that something be "full of piss and vinegar?" :-D
Naw. Talented.
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