Life

XVII. When Fish Is Almost Done

XVII.

When fish is almost done,
And potatoes soften nicely
So we can pierce the skin,
It ’s time to set the table

And get the napkins ready,
And wonder why I tried
To make cooking supper
Into a poem.

 

The darker, better, funnier original.

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