A Short Poem About Living Together

Three days later
the burnt smell has not yet escaped.

It is far too cold out there
to truly air the place out
so the results
of my last errant attempt
to use the kitchen
remains,
a reminder

as to why domestic chores
should be left to people more responsible
more capable.

So next time you ask me to make the toast,
Sonny-Boy,
know what you’re getting into.

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