here’s just a little something i cooked up a moment ago when the spirit hit me…

hello dearest beeper, it is me looking dour

for the children are hungry, it’s near the six o’clock hour

i have a menu planned out, ’tis true, yes ’tis true

but i forget that i made it, and there’s no time for stew

 

i think and i think but no vittles come to mind

so i freak and i dash to the basement to find

what’s in the freezer? what might save my ass?

is it some chicken? a meatloaf? o dear, the sea bass?

 

but as i dig deeper and deeper, lo behold holy moley

it’s a bag, a big one! full of four-cheese ravioli!

quick! dash back up the stairs, for it’s almost sunset

dump it into the crockpot, ’tis no time to fret

 

crockpot?? shmockpot! o! what am i thinking?!

i’ve no time for hi or lo: time’s on the brinking!

use the pot nonetheless, press the button: “defrost”

close the door, say a prayer, we will eat at all costs

 

eight minutes later, dinner’s ready, thank God

for i very almost blew it, we nearly ate cod.

 

© molly field 2013