Momnesia

Turkey Day Tragedy: Ode to a Cooking Pot

I burned the crap out of my soup pot.
It's black and charred and smells a lot.
I called my husband, teary-eyed:
"Thanksgiving is done! The pot is fried!"
But he never panics; never fears.
My husband knows Wal-Mart is near.
And so when ends his radio show,
Off to the store my hero will go.
And while he's shopping on turkey day,
I'll try to wave the smell away -
But all that cooks is now on hold.
It's a story as new as it is old:
No matter how hard I work to prepare,
Something burns - I'm just glad it wasn't my hair.