A FUNNY POEM BY ME
I scrunch my nose up and down.
I smell something burning, and I frown.
I rush into my kitchen to find my vegetable gravy burned to ash.
I curse myself and throw it away in the trash.
Alas! My hard work has gone to drain.
Can you imagine the intensity of my pain?
I shudder thinking about a pair of hungry stomachs and angry eyes.
How can I come up with decent lies?
I have burned vegetables and overcooked rice.
My day in the kitchen doesn’t look nice.
How could things go wrong on a single day?
“Dear God! Help me to straighten up things,” I pray.
I remember my first attempt at making the chapatis (a flatbread).
The dough got stuck to the rolling pin instead.
Finally, after numerous attempts, I rolled the dough in the shape of a continent.
I made it and ate it; It tasted like burned leather; So much for my sentiment.
I come out of my reverie to glance at the demise of my food.
I realize there is no time to curse or brood.
Thank God! I think of ordering food from Swiggy Or Zomato.
Our lunch goes on smoothly without the fear of getting pelted with a rotten tomato.
I promise not to get distracted from the kitchen, even for a while.
Brush up my limited culinary skills and serve the food in style.
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