Poetry

The Cry of a Cooking Pot

THE CRY OF A COOKING POT I have seen strange things,tasted substancesboth wonderful and bizarre.I’ve been tortured and caressed,all by those two-legged beings.You may call me deepbut it depends on whatI’m asked to keep.I’m not shallowlike the frying pannor as abased as the stove.Neither do I have a kettle’s nose; always in the air. From brilliant recipeshave many

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