Bill Howard Poet Light Verse

Pans: Again

More pans to wash …
More pans to wash!!!
They come umpteen times a day.

My hands are chapped, 
My back is crook’d
I wish they’d go away.

But when they’re dry and shiny, sitting neatly on their shelves
My thoughts can turn to what comes next - 
Some tasty treat, no longer vexed
I now ‘create;  and undertake
Pie, bun, roast  a glorious cake?
Foods to soothe the ravening beasts
My pans cook up some wondrous feasts.

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Beata Agustin August 15, 2022 at 7:27 AM Thanks for sharing this. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." The Lord's blessings be with you.