Wednesday, June 17, 2009

I Cracked Myself Up (and my crockpot)










I'm a bit on the dramatic side. So when my dear soap-making crockpot succumbed to old age, (and was subjected to more soaping than it could handle) I decided to write a loving poem in memory of my crockpot.


















Ode To A Crockpot






Passed down to Jim from his dear old Gram



You were once used to cook pot roast and ham






As most single guys do; he oft ran about



Jim never once used you and always ate out






Packed in a box and moved state to state



A decade went by, when we met it was fate






I had an idea to make goodies for your skin



I looked in the closet in a box you were in






I hollered and shouted, "Jim come and look it!"



"I'll make hot process soap. Simply just cook it!"






A million bars later and thousands of hours



You're cracking and peeling and losing your power






Time to retire you and make a new start



Even in crockpot heaven you'll be close to my heart









2 comments:

  1. I was on etsy and looked at your blog, and I cracked up (just like your crock pot) and had to tell you this is terribly cute! Thanx for making me smile :)

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