Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #96
The Spatula For Pancakes
by Belinda Roddie
The spatula for pancakes was missing
from the utensil drawer. No matter how
I sifted and re-sifted through the spoons
and rolling pins, I couldn't find the tool
necessary for creating a great
abundance of delicious, brown flapjacks
for everyone in my family to
enjoy. Suddenly, I heard a cackle
and then some shushing from the cupboard. So
I pulled the door open. I saw, beside
the corn flakes and bag of pistachios,
three kitchen gnomes, using the spatula
as a catapult. Its fulcrum was bread,
all stale. I just had scrambled eggs instead.
by Belinda Roddie
The spatula for pancakes was missing
from the utensil drawer. No matter how
I sifted and re-sifted through the spoons
and rolling pins, I couldn't find the tool
necessary for creating a great
abundance of delicious, brown flapjacks
for everyone in my family to
enjoy. Suddenly, I heard a cackle
and then some shushing from the cupboard. So
I pulled the door open. I saw, beside
the corn flakes and bag of pistachios,
three kitchen gnomes, using the spatula
as a catapult. Its fulcrum was bread,
all stale. I just had scrambled eggs instead.
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