Tuesday, December 18, 2012

A poem for my shun

A precious piece of cutlery,
My shun
To find a grip most comfortably.
A slice a dice,
Makes my life nice.

For Oprah she was wrong,
The best tool, it can't be wrong.
Engrossed in muscle
memory,
scalpel, needle, tactile feeler.

You were my first, my favorite.
Rust
Buff

Dull
Stone
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  1. Le Grenouille January 10, 2013 at 4:49 PM

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  2. Le Grenouille January 10, 2013 at 4:49 PM

    Best culinary poem ever! I was deeply inspired/moved by your engrossment in the love of your knife ;).

    -You've inspired me to write a wine poem on my blog
    Check for my followup poem at
    http://www.budgetwino.blogspot.com/

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