I saw my baby dancing by the stove

she swayed, she bobbed and swung,

she sang some words quite loudly

I wasn’t really sure what words she sung.

 

She dropped the utensil that she held

then jumped and looked around to where I sat

clutching some wet marks upon her arm

I felt her pain from where the oil spat.

 

Author Notes

I guess that is one of the dangers of cooking. Her burns were only minor and she laughs about it because it happens to her so often.

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Cooking Dance

6 thoughts on “Cooking Dance

  • August 30, 2019 at 8:30 pm
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    Perhaps change a utensil to the utensil instead?

    I was expecting to read more than the lines I was reading, yet realised it had said all it was meant to say. I don’t like cooking when the heat causes oil to leave the pan, so I prefer in the oven cooking for safety sake. Some food packaging shows the options to grill or to use the oven. So less accidents and less surprises. By the way, you can wear reading glasses to protect the eyes during cooking times. Thanks for seeing the dangers to others nearby and pointing them out to the readers.

    • August 31, 2019 at 10:08 am
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      Hi Denis

      Thank you very much for your very helpful and insightful review. The suggested changes will be made as it makes it flow better.

      Sometimes, when we cook here we need full safety clothes lol.

      Thanks again, my friend. I’ll send you a friend request and hope to read and review some of your work soon.

      PD

  • August 14, 2019 at 9:23 pm
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    This is a well-written poem about the trials of cooking. I could see her dancing around and singing until she was stung by the hot oil spitting on her arm. That must have been painful. Well done, the moral to this poem is, don’t dance while cooking with oil! Or, don’t dance in the kitchen! Lol. :)) Sandra x

    • August 14, 2019 at 10:30 pm
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      Thank you very much for your kind review and entertaining summary. You got it down well with the not dancing around while cooking, but I won’t try to stop her or I might end up in the pan, so, I’ll just write poetry about it lol.

      PD

  • August 14, 2019 at 5:16 pm
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    Hello Poetry Dude

    I am feeling sorry for your wife because the oil is painful when it spit on us. I hope she likes your poem as much as I do. You have told the happening very well with nice rhyming.

    Thank you

    Ambot

    • August 14, 2019 at 10:27 pm
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      Thank you very much, Ambot for taking the time to read and review my poem about my wife’s mishap. You are right about the oil hurting when it spits on us.

      PD

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