I'm in my kitchenstanding at the sink
I begin talking to myself
and trying to think.
A decision must be made
on what to make for dinner
My time is wasting
I need to pick a winner.
I walk to the freezer
and start to compare
I have this and I have that,
but what can I prepare?
Decisions, decisions
what's a poor girl to do?
Just grab a pot, put everything in,
simmer all day and call it "Stew".
2 comments:
Oh my goodness, how clever! This is going to be so much fun reading your poetry!
Your throw together stew was good. Maybe we can have it in a week or two.
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