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I signed up for a cooking class.
I thought it would be fun.
But everything I made came out
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.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Reading Level: Grade 3
Topics: Food Poems, School Poems
Poetic Techniques: Alliteration, Imagery, Irony, Narrative Poems
From the book My Dog Likes to Disco
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