Kenneth Cheney Poet Rhyme

Pots

I came from a place of bean pots and tea pots
I love my trusty three-decade old crock pot
One holer, two holer, three holer, four
Another kind of pot, if your keeping score
Clay pots and tin pots not related to pot shots
Pot belly stoves found in old country stores
Soup pots, flower pots and pot holes galore
Cast iron, copper, stainless and Teflon  
All make great pots and I could go on
Now there’s another pot staining our land
The stench of it all my nose can’t stand
It’s worse than a poop pot and I’m not a fan

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David Grimm June 4, 2020 at 3:42 PM Very Witty!

Quoth Theraven September 1, 2019 at 11:21 AM Kenneth, I like this poem. Don't have a clue about nasty smelling Pots. I can never find just the right size or depth for cooking on the stove top. They have become expensive as well. Time to marry again I guess. Must register with Macy's for some new cookware. A fave! -Richard Kenneth Cheney October 3, 2019 at 7:17 AM A good pot is a chef's best friend

Andrea Dietrich August 29, 2019 at 7:25 PM Ha, I think I know what that pot might be!! I enjoyed this! Kenneth Cheney October 3, 2019 at 7:56 AM Thanks Andrea, The inspiration for this was when my wife and I were enjoying a great dinner in Lanai on island of Maui and suddenly the awful stench of "Pot" comes wafting its way to our table. Kind of ruined the moment for a while.