Ode on the Death of a Favorite Kitchen Appliance.



O! George Foreman grill, how I shall miss thee!
If thou wert human, I might have kissed thee,
For preparing my meals most nearly grease-free,
My chicken, my burgers, and sausage, most especially.


Thou hast been my companion these last few years,
Thy praises I've sung to all of my peers
I've told everyone both far and near,
How much I loved thee, my grill so dear.


But I've plugged in the plug, and thy light doesn't light,
I cannot revive thee, try as I might.
O! Curse this horrible, terrible blight –
Lamentable day! Inconsolable night!


Dear George Foreman grill, how I shall miss thee!
If thou wert human, I might have kissed thee.
But I refuse to be daunted so easily –
One trip to Target will surely replace thee.


Summer 2003
(Mama bought me a new one for my birthday.)