Tonight's Poet Corner: Saucepan
Saucepan
by Belinda Roddie
Debra used the saucepan like a
semi-automatic and smacked her
husband about sixteen times in
under half a second. When the
cops interrogated her, she
said she was just so tired of the
times her husband had condemned her
mother's meatloaf recipe.
"It's like, I don't even want to cook the
damn stuff. I would rather shoot a
gun and hook a fish as well as
any beer-gutted man could do. So
when I try to please the bastard,
and he's never satisfied, I'll
give him enough brain damage so
he'll smile every night he dines."
by Belinda Roddie
Debra used the saucepan like a
semi-automatic and smacked her
husband about sixteen times in
under half a second. When the
cops interrogated her, she
said she was just so tired of the
times her husband had condemned her
mother's meatloaf recipe.
"It's like, I don't even want to cook the
damn stuff. I would rather shoot a
gun and hook a fish as well as
any beer-gutted man could do. So
when I try to please the bastard,
and he's never satisfied, I'll
give him enough brain damage so
he'll smile every night he dines."
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