Cooking Class

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Cooking Class by Kenn Nesbitt

I signed up for a cooking class.
I thought it would be fun.
But everything I made came out
completely overdone.

I burned a bowl of noodles.
I set fire to a steak.
I blackened twenty tacos,
seven pizzas, and a cake.

I turned some eggs to ashes and
I torched a piece of toast.
And you don’t even want to know
what happened to the roast.

I don’t know why but everything
I made went up in smoke.
I even scorched some sushi,
several salads, and a Coke.

My lessons didn’t teach me much.
There’s just one thing I’m learning:
I’m terrible at cooking,
but I’m excellent at burning.