ye tool with the hooke-ed claw
there in the kitchen drawer
have been a friend to me
shall we have, today, for tea?
us scan the cans in the cupboard there
make our choice from that varied fare,
would I do if it weren't for thee
open up these delights for me?
coupled with the microwave
all honesty my life did save,
in things culinary I have not a clue
arts are what I watched others do.
flour on their nose and hair
performed such mystic rites with care,
I stood and watched with an inane grin
measured ingredients, that they put in.
that heated hell, which was their domain,
performed these miracles, time and again.
different now there's just you and me
is the essence, when preparing tea.
planning ahead, no need to know
those canned delights are stacked in a row.
just reach into the kitchen drawer
consult ye the tool with the hook-ed claw.