Well, we have evolved from pans to bowls….aren’t you proud of us?
Ode to a Bowl
We had a good dinner, a tasty stew,
The hubs had the honors and cooked with no crew.
We ate it in shifts, as we usually do,
I got to mine first, and he noted my coup.
He offered his scraps to the pooch on the floor,
She licked it so hard that she yelped out for more.
Now the sun has gone down and risen two times,
That bowl sits there still, unmoved and dog-slimed.
How long will this last, if I turn my eye,
Will he not scrub that bowl before I die?!
Reader update: the bowl is gone and no one recalls picking it up! But it wasn’t meeeeeeeee.
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