Monday, June 22, 2009

Poem

One evening I cooked for my wife

but it turned into far too much strife

You see, to be a good cook

you must read cooking books

and no sooner would I read one than die



I bought some potatoes for $2.50 each

Microwaveable, and just within reach

I thought to myself,

"Why are these on the shelf?

They clearly are the far better buy."



I took my discovery home to begin

cooking and lighting candles for when

She would walk through the door

See no table for four

but only one for her and I
My dreams didn't come to fruition
Because I didn't pay the tuition
To the school of "Yes, you can
be a cook and a straight man"
which is a joke that is meant to be dry


Well the story ends sadly my friends
Like you really expected a different end
They took longer to make than the kind that you bake

and 245% more expensive won't fly

But what is the point of this story?
Should it have been told by Corrie?
No, it does have a purpose:
Women should serve us
because men suck at cooking; no lie

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