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A little breeze
Blew through
My head
Something
Nagged at me
A storm was coming
The breeze
Grew in intensity
As I open the cupboard
By the time I got to the back
Where the pan I need was
A Tornado it was
Pots and pans
Thundered and crashed
The tornado
Spun up to a tropical low
As it approached the
Pantry coast
Spinning and churning

Txt

Hey 
What are you up too?

Reply

Um just cooking up 
A storm

Txt

What are you cooking?

Reply

Arr don’t know
Am up to my elbows
In flood waters
Can’t find the plug
Cause of all the 
Pots and Pans

Txt

Ok
Just don’t
Burn the house down

Through everything
That was
Spices and packets
Sauces 
To make courses
Staples of rice an flour
And the odd mice
The cyclone
Moved slowly
Dropping its load
Upon the unsuspecting 
Kitchen bench
Picking up speed again
It made landfall
At the fridge
Digesting All before
Returning
Above the bench
A micro burst 
Let loose
Raining down
All that was needed
The front
Moved along
Warnings were issued
Alerts rang loud
The beater
Gained speed
It sang 
On song
Then all of a sodden
Walla
It was done
Into the oven

Txt

You OK
How’s the cooking?

Reply

Um yeah
The recipe calls
For no bake.
So why is the oven smoking.
Oh, f#ck me.

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