She burns all but salad
Too busy doing too much
A scurry here and hustle
A dusting just for the bustle
Of course she is related
To her grandmother Russell
And the trait to make a fuss
Over all unimportant muss
So when it comes to singular tasks
Such as baking stuff
Inevitably the cooking of a pie -
Is burnt and charred until it dies
And so we arrive at pious popcorn
A misdemeanor in disguise
It was heated and then it was popped
It popped and popped and did not stop
Until the white puffs clouds
Became way to hot
They smoked and they frowned
They hissed and turned brown
And black tendrils stretched
Across the kitchen gown
They reached the ceiling
And set the alarm to bleating
The remedy by fan and hand
The sound and smoke did disband
But alas the microwave yellowed
And the odor set the house to bellow
Now King Frost bites my nose
As we air the halls and the throws
Yet another victim of her and the oven
Next time I'll just go to seven eleven
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A/N:
When things are not healthy in a relationship, the little things start to really piss you off.
Kiss it out,
-DarthPadre
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