FRAGRANT FORGETFULNESS

FRAGRANT FORGETFULNESS

Being absent-minded ain’t fun,

My beef stew was overdone…

Burned in fact,

My wife–with tact–

Showed the pot needed scrubbbing–a ton!

I wasn’t feeling well,

Repeatedly asleep I fell…

The half-power burner

Was a real stomach turner,

But I slept through that smoky hell.

To salvage the meat I’ll fry,

Less-valued in my dear wife’s eye…

She cleaned the mess

I started heedless

Of my wish to not have things fry!

–Jonathan Caswell

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