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Made to carry drinks.

Put down. I think I’m a mug.

Perhaps I’ll get slammed.

Dishwashers gently

Splosh and hum, rest for a bit

And then they’re done. Bleeep!

Our finest knives, forks,

Spoons, and more; I’m sure you’ll find

Them all top drawer.

A match is struck

Hiss! Whoomph! The gas lights up then

Clink! The pan’s on top.

Ready Meal Neal the

Stove forsook; he would rather

Microwave than cook.

Pot called kettle black.

Kettle’s since cleaned up his act.

And gone electric.