My Potholder
I looked at my potholder an thought about
The many years it has been around
In my head I brought it to life, like the time
I imagined that it was dunk on New Year's day
When it soaked up all the wine and alcohol
That had been spilled on the table
It also caught fire on Thanksgiving day
When it was accidently
Left lying on top of a hot burner
Ooh, that had to leave scorch marks
For Christmas I imagine that the poor little thing
Tried to push open the oven door when
It was accidently left inside with the cookie sheet
It was also in a brawl when a hungry husband
Gets slap across the face with it, for sampling food
If my potholder could speak
It would say plenty
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