Best Poems Written by Bill Howard

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.

Copyright © Bill Howard | Year Posted 2022