Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Of Cooking & Smoke Detectors


Our little drop-in center has a little tool,
That every now and then loses its cool.

It can be quite annoying when cooking food,
Which obviously smells so very good.

You put the bread slice in and it cooks too long,
You hear the annoying creep with its beepy little song.

You have a little pot which out arises steam,
Which makes the smoke detector let out a beepy scream.

We are all busy doing things that keep us very still,
Until the smoke detector goes off--then it's a fire drill.

We have our morning planned, we have our things to do,
Until we are greeted by that creepy thing, for fire drills 1 and 2.

Get the idea I've had my fill,
That I've had enough of unscheduled fire drills.

--Steven

4 comments:

Middle-Aged Moi said...

Cute poem, Steven!

Anonymous said...

Great work Steven - you're quite the poet lately!

Anonymous said...

Great poem Steven! You are so creative!

Anonymous said...

Steven,
i broke into your blog!! You have some wonderful photos, some great poetry and I really enjoyed reading it!
Lois Gordon