Oh-Dear
So there I am , in the kitchen
trying to make some toast,
stood ages and ages
I knew the cooker was on,
I could feel the heat
why the hells my bread not toasting ?
ahhh-no, you donkey !
I've turned the oven on ,
instead of the grill
having one of those days
oh-dear.
Elizabeth alexander 24/1/2016
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