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It was a dark and stormy day, Cooking tea in the usual way, This was my mother long ago, "Don't touch the pressure cooker, no!" Subtly, she left the scene, Forgot the cooker, its head of steam, Bang! Did that curry explode, Mum's response, implode! "Why didn't you check that stove?" "You told me not to touch it, no!" All I can say on this, fifty years later, Don't use pressure to cook my curry or taters!
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Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC
EXPLODE!
Waiting -I seem to be doing lots of that- I’d swear there’s smoke trapped under my lungs My gut’s caught on fire Consumes me Red hot coal, Two bags of air ousted By toxic smoke building up, Fragrant like tobacco Wild like wood. I often dream about Driving a knife into my stomach Just a pop and an excess of smoke filling the room No blood at all. I’ll open the windows Turn off the fire alarm. I’ll leave the wound open. A gaping, smoking wound is more dignified Than screaming in the flames.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
Pressure Cooker