30 October 2003

A clumsy epicurean's poem


(a Petrarchan sonnet)

When my turn came to cook, I took the car
Out to the grocery store to buy a few
Ingredients to put into a stew,
As well as items to restock the bar.
Back at my stove, I opened up a jar
And poured it in a metal pot on cue,
Then paused the briefest moment to review
The recipe before I went too far.
But efforts in the kitchen often come
To naught if unaccompanied by skill
Or if the task is rushed and done too quick.
For as I turned, my arm toppled the rum
Into the pot below so as to fill
An ordinary stew with quite a kick!

© 1994 by David T. Koyzis

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