Burning Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

When they mature, they become
Women in clove, spicy!

They have to show they know everything.
If they hear news of friend’s husband,
They take pleasure in telling wife
Innocently, promptly enabling wife to deal
Few left-handed swipes at spouse.

At first chance the wife tells friend
She knows that the other knows.
At every passing the dish, it
Acquires more pungent taste
Leaving the curry boiling.

Soon the couple is into
Oohs and Ahs biting their tongue,
Feeling the heat,
While the friend is puzzled if stupid,
And if somewhat intelligent, angry and regretful!

If husband were to explain,
Then palate is burnt.
After few days, fresh cooking starts.