Thou Good and Faithful Friend

THOU GOOD AND FAITHFUL FRIEND Farewell, thou good and faithful oven mitt. Thou hast served thy time but now must leave. But ere thou goest, let us reminisce a bit About the things thou helped me to achieve My mother, who didst seek to teach me culinary art, Gave thee to me in fifteen ninety-three And told me thou wouldst play thy part In making a successful cook of me. We shared together good and bad of course; Dost thou recall the early bread that never rose Or venison I somehow made resemble horse? And those sweetmeats tasting like God only knows? But we stuck at it, thee and me And now we have respect throughout the land. We cook for banquets for nobility. But I would nothing be if thou wert not on hand But now alas, my friend, thou wearest thin And ‘tis the time for you to quit. Time now to cast thee in the bin. Farewell, thou good and faithful oven mitt 5th May 2020 The Potholder poetry contest Sponsor - Craig Cornish