Microwave Oven Poem by Lamar Cole

Microwave Oven



He was a man without a wife.
And the microwave oven saved his life.
He could cook things quick and fast.
Long cooking sessions were a thing of the past.
Now he had time to do other things.
Like spending more time looking at the pretty honies.
That were so plentiful on the beach scene.

Sunday, May 24, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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