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?
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.