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