#TSL PANDORATHON 16 :A cauldron’s nocturnal monologue
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Ouch! I am stuck here
On the top shelf
Dusty and rusty
It’s my fault, I’ll admit it
I didn’t want to change
With the times
I thought I was perfect
Everyone wanted me
Once upon a time.
Now look at those newcomers
Don’t be shy, they won’t bite
Touch their coating
Smooth and glossy
Ceramics, yep, ceramics
And these ones there
Non stick surfacing
Can’t ruin a thing.
From the microwave
To the freezer
No need to polish them either
How I miss those days
A lovely massage all over me
Given by a handsome lass
Those were the days!
I was ready for duty
Months spent in the chimney
With the soup slowly
Simmering in my belly
Always ready to dispense
A ladle or two of stew.
The kitchen was the place to be
I was it’s reigning glory
The centre of attention
As soon as someone came in
They asked “what’s cooking?”
Well, that’s all finished
Nowadays they bring back boxes
In the microwave they go
Can barely wait for its bell
They haven’t thrown me away
They think I bring un air
Je ne sais quoi to their decor
I’m not complaining
Another day, another nightYet.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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