In My Kitchen . . .

fire suddenly flares up
in our new frying pan.
Must everything in this
country be so combustible?
Just put a lid on the rhetoric
and smother the heat.


NAPOWRIMO Day 28. Prompt: write a poem that follows this pattern: three sentences, six lines: statement, question, conclusion.
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