Monday, December 7

I went to the kitchen early this morn
With the idea that I would bake

I pulled out the pans and thoughts of bread made of corn
filled my tummy with dreams of the cakes

I opened the cupboard and looked on the ledge
and the supply of baked goods in a box were lacking
My creativity died when a phone call drove a wedge
between me and my lack of eggs

Boo on you. You will be hearing from me. There will be less couplets, and more me leaving you for the store. All this food in the house and I can't make anything I want anytime I want it? Sad. Oh well, this shall prepare me for the freezer meal cooking day of glory or doom this week/weekend/whenever I feel up to 3 hours on my feet. Depending on how life goes.

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