The pot sat on the gas hob
The pressure was intense
I'd followed the instructions
Which made a lot of sense
Midge was showing interest
Of an invested kind
Results should be available
In about ten minutes time.
The little red thing popped up
The pressures building up
Then steam started hissing out
Which quite upset my pup.
The tension rose still higher
When the steam seemed ready to blow
We considered fleeing to the garden
We had nowhere else to go.
But then that was the ping we heard
And things began to calm
And the smell that floated from it
Had a certain charm
At last it all went quiet
I thought the thing had died
It just sat there contented
They was no need now to hide.
I approached the gas-stove warily
And gently opened the lid
That lovely little cooker
Had done just as I had bid
A pot of tasty minced beef steak
Cooked just as it should be
Which Midge my little dog and I
Will have some for our tea.
On Getting Old, by Midge
