Lets Eat Out
When my girlfriend cooks
She insists on using
A recipe
That she only sort of
Follows
Making substitutions, subtractions and additions
As the spirit moves her.
Sometimes
It works
And some times
It doesn’t
In either case
There is a good deal of muffled cursing.
No matter how good it tastes
The effort kinda spoils it.
So when she said, ”I’ll cook tonight”
I said, “If it is something simple
That you can get together
Without getting frustrated than fine.”
Later she tells me
She hasn’t got enough sauce
To do the dish she was planning.
“Use a different sauce or cook something else.” I say
She gets mad and tells me I should cook after all.
Whether I cook
Or she cooks
It doesn’t matter
Tonight
We are having anger for supper.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I guess you plan on staying single by posting this. Great read.