ODE TO THE PINK STOVE

Oh, pink stove from the day we met
I couldn't believe how my heart just lept.

The move was a snap from boring white to pink--
and you even matched the bathroom sink.

We created some fab dinners working togther,
and surprize, surprize my first pot rost wasn't leather!

But the fateful day came, when your front burner worked no more,
and when I found out, it scorched to the core.

I moaned and I wept, my dinners were cold,
and the landlord said, "she must be sold."

Today I get an oven shiny and new,
but I will never have as much fun cooking as I did with you.