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Failed Effort

My mama said to get a man, I first must prove myself a cook. I could not feed him from a can. I tried to learn how from a book And sought to make a chocolate cake. I didn't care how long it took. I set the oven high to bake Then sat to watch my favorite soap And to plan the menu I would make. The cake was burned without a hope. It was a cheerless sight to see, The smoke so thick I had to grope. Since it seems a chef I'll never be, I'll find a man to who cooks for me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 6/14/2010 12:05:00 AM
Sounds like a plan, cooks in the kitchen and in other rooms too! Delicious poem Joyce.
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Date: 6/13/2010 9:29:00 PM
Sounds good to me...That was my philosophy as well and it worked!~Tirzah~
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Date: 6/8/2010 9:35:00 PM
VERY good comedic terza rima. I ENJOYED it alot. Oh, and that comfy cozy could be whoever you want it to be, just two family members! LUv, Andrea
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Date: 6/7/2010 6:32:00 PM
right ideas!!
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Date: 6/7/2010 5:55:00 PM
I guess some of us were not born in the kitchen. That's OK. Your poem is very clever. It has a great twist. Thank you for your kind comment.
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Date: 6/7/2010 5:14:00 PM
They are few and far in between. LOL Love the humor....Karla
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Date: 6/7/2010 3:35:00 PM
This is so funny! I am still laughing. Give it another shot you will get it right. Great job! Joseph
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