The Yellowed Potholder

Oh wait dear tiny black grumpy termite Listen to my forgotten yellowed tale Before you ruin my faded crease with a bite How this perky white became so pale Little Tommy had been to a huge fete To taste rubbery sugar candies in red He'd got 5 coins to savour a full plate Candy stall blinked in golden ahead Just then he heard a man say out loud "Perky white potholders for just 5 coins From burning heat thy hands they cloud Fingertips to wrist to where elbow joins" Tommy thought of his darling mother Who cooked yummy sweet pies to him And hid one blistered hand with the other A child aged 6 weighed his choices so dim So he bought me off for his dear mother She loved my warmth on snowy nights I lived long enough for her than any other Yellowed, proud, I don't fear your bites May 11, 2020