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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OMG! This reminds me of one of the episodes from “Everybody Loves Raymond!” Only, instead of luggage, it’s a bowl. Do you recall how it ended….
PS: I love the rhyme — So classy, funny, and very precise! Hallmark needs some new blood for their cards.
I love how you plugged “coup” in so smoothly. One of the things that I love about the English language is how absurd the spelling is. (Granted, “coup” isn’t technically English).
I feel a bit of a challenge coming on. Be watching for an Ode of my own on my blog . . .
Yes, someone call Hallmark! Move over Maya Angelou!
Thanks, Brooke, some words just cry out to be used when discussing marriage/battles….. Consider the gauntlet dropped to everyone!
Ha ha – I wasn’t feeling optimistic for you, but sounds like someone came through.
How about the dog? The dog could have done it. Some dogs are responsible beings.
I think The Kid did it. You might want to check her secret hiding spots for the dog-slimed bowl.