Monday, May 5, 2008

BURNIN' DOWN THE HOUSE


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:

gina said...

absolutely hilarious. love the poem.

tammy said...

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