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Culinary Capers

Culinary Capers

It’s strange I know but lately
the kitchen seems to hate me.
I open the fridge door
and it spits things on the floor.

Now it seems the toaster
makes toast just like a coaster,
and the microwave’s dark look
means it refuses to cook.

I’ve never liked the oven,
it mutters like a coven
making some awful new spell -
the kitchen is now my hell.

And the reason it’s now explained:
from cooking I’ve never refrained -
vacations are what they have claimed!


Line count: 15
Rhymed aabb
For The Daily Poem, 10.30.24
Prompt: Write a poem where the objects in your kitchen are plotting against you in absurd ways.