I COULD SMELL THE SMOKE AND SEE IT TOO
THOUGHT IT WAS THE WOODSTOVE
WAS NOT SURE WHAT TO DO
I CHECKED THE STOVE AND IT WAS DEAD AS COULD BE
OH NO I THOUGHT I BETTER GO SEE
RAN UP THE STAIRS
CHECKED THE CHIMNEY AND FLUES
SHOULD I CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT
NO THAT WOULD NOT DO!
WENT BACK DOWNSTAIRS
FLUNG OPEN THE DOORS
COULD NOT IMAGINE WHAT I WAS IN FOR
WENT TO THE KITCHEN
TO THINK ON IT SOME MORE
OH NO
I PRACTICALLY FELL ON THE FLOOR
THE CINNAMON ROLL BASKET
WAS NOW A GONER
AND I SUDDENLY BECAME A BIT CALMER
OH SILLY ME
I HAD WASHED THE BASKET
IT HAD TO DRY
SO I PUT IT ON THE STOVE TOP
AND IT STARTED TO FRY
BECAUSE IN MY HASTE TO DO THINGS RIGHT
I DID NOT TURN OFF THE BURNER OR THE PILOT LIGHT
SO NOW MY POOR BASKET IS NO LONGER
BUT MY CINNAMON ROLLS ARE SELLING EVEN STRONGER
2 comments:
absolutely hilarious. love the poem.
Goodbye cinnamon roll basket - I will miss you.
Wait, actually, if we put parchment paper over the burn marks, we could still use it :-)
Saturday, my family bought 3 of those rolls HAHA
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