Monday, December 24, 2018

Nailed It

Daughter and her grandmother
Share a fondness for cooking
Shows, especially
The sillier ones

Where the chefs are amateurs,
The challenges beyond them,
The judges and contestants
Daffy and catty alike.

Cooking means nothing to me
Beyond its necessity.
But when I’m enticed to watch

It puts me in mind
Of composing poetry:
Us sloppiest laugh, proudest.

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