The Butcher Block
The Butcher Block / Toolbox
(Today, I expunge all thoughts on kitchen knives)
Written: by Tom Wright
7-12-2016
With a paring knife would you butcher a cow?
Bet my sweetie would if you showed her how.
While I, in thought, would seek the proper tool,
I sit cringing at her from a distant bar stool.
Are sharp things not intended for housewives?
We’ve two butcher blocks stocked with knives,
Knives in which I spared no expense to obtain;
But from their use she will frequently abstain,
She prefers a knifes point in lieu of an ice pick,
Always favoring a knife that won’t cut a lick;
To use as a screwdriver should she have need,
Thinking, that if dull one’s slip, she won’t bleed?
When using a knife it’s with a motion of a saw,
And sometimes just watching hangs in my craw.
But seated on my stool I so diligently remain,
Sweetie, grasping any knife, and I’ll not complain.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2017
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