Some time ago I chanced upon a blog in which the writer (Betty's New Trick) was bemoaning the loss of her faithful spatula, which had served her so well throughout the years. I wrote this in the spatula's honour!
A SPECIAL SPATULA!
Spatula! Spatula!
Now that you've gone,
There's nothing to do
But to look back upon
A life-time of cooking
With you close at hand.
You've slipped through my fingers
Like hour-glass sand!
Oh I could buy metal
All shiny and bright
Or something in plastic,
Red, blue, green or white.
I could buy very carefully,
Down at the store,
I could get something clever
To match my decor.
But would any new spatula
Have the same feel
As an old shabby implement,
Now down at heel?
Thirty years of good service,
And thousands of dishes.
Now you go on your way
With my very good wishes.
Spatula! Spatula!
This is goodbye
As you head for that kitchen
Way up in the sky.
4 comments:
Well, I guess maybe Angels have to eat too!
I love the poem! So cute! I also like the music; a very pleasant visit. Thanks!
I wish I'd said it the way you did! lol
Such a touching goodbye to Spatula..!!!!
Generally I've heard that ladyfolks do not like the kitchen.. Hence 'way up in the sky to the kitchen it went, obviously isn't heaven?..!!!!
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