04-14-2016, 06:05 PM
The Enemy Within.
An intercontinental kettle flew;
it landed on my head.
I'd just walked in the kitchen;
barely dragged myself from bed.
I hoped for eggs and bacon,
not a cast iron frying pan,
or four hundred grams of Hienze
baked beans still sealed in their can.
A copper pot forgot me not,
it almost broke a tooth;
and all the while the enemy
was going through the roof.
An intercontinental kettle flew;
it landed on my head.
I'd just walked in the kitchen;
barely dragged myself from bed.
I hoped for eggs and bacon,
not a cast iron frying pan,
or four hundred grams of Hienze
baked beans still sealed in their can.
A copper pot forgot me not,
it almost broke a tooth;
and all the while the enemy
was going through the roof.