THE INGRATE

To my consternation

She harshly caused an abrasion

On her skin and poured a libation

For what she deems beautiful, an abomination!

 

She tactfully told her maker

That He was too careless a baker

For watching her blacken in the burner

Making her decisions sterner

 

If a cook causes a blunder,

Can the food riot and not surrender,

Prepare itself and ask him to an apology render?

Such disorder!

 

One good creator

Added an ingredient which is a protector

To battle every weather in your sector

And you call him a quack doctor

 

You found a way

To your outer look do away

But slacken and it’ll be back to stay,

So who wins? The cook calls the shot, you have nothing to say.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.