I walked to the freezer with a pizza in mind,
Ripped from its box, a mighty nice find.
I opened the oven, the pie on a tray,
Twenty short minutes, I’d then have my say.
So I sat and I waited, and as the pizza was cooking,
Two pot holders I searched for, all the time looking.
As the clock winded down and it smelled almost done,
I was in a pot holder dilemma, I could only find one!
So I opened the door, and as I reached in with my right,
The pan started slipping and I got a big fright.
The pizza was loose, the pizza was falling,
It couldn’t be wasted, my stomach was calling.
So the brave soul I am, not caring about pain,
I reached out with my left, completely insane.
My fingers touched heat and they started to swell,
I don’t know what happened and I just had to yell.
Expletives here and expletives there,
I threw them around without any care.
But the pain was so great, and I wanted no glory,
Just a pizza to eat and a hell of a story.
Feel better Barb!!!!
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