Leftovers

This is a sonnet that I managed to "cook" up a while back. It's just a lighthearted poem that I had wanted to write for a while now. Hope you guys like it!

Open the fridge greeted by blinding light

Taking the food that was left overnight

They told me to cook, so I found a way

I’ll heat up this meal from noon yesterday

Pop off the top, with pooled condensation

I’ll stun their tongues with this new creation

Microwave, oh the savior of college

Make my peers believe I have the knowledge

To cook like a chef, like mother back home

The timer goes off and makes itself known

A knock on my door, they're right on the dime

Wrapping up this plagiarism of mine

Open their mouths and beginning to eat

Enjoying this food that tastes of concrete

Author's Note

I am open to any constructive criticism! Thanks for reading!

Reviews

[Zoya]

Haha, love the last two lines. The tempo of the poem was maintained throughout, and it flowed well. I'm sure many of the people around can relate to it. Well done!

[ReedWrite]

LOL...no criticisms here. I love it. It has nice flow and rhythm, and I love the voice. It says what it needs to say, in a quirky, perfectly worded way. Great piece.

[Chase Weik]

Thank you so much! Glad you liked it!

[Neal S]

LOL...This is great! Brings back memories of dorm rooms. Nice.

[Chase Weik]

I'm so glad that you liked it! Thank you Neal!

[Chris]

Ahhhhh... the dirge of "roommates"... being a from scratch cook (NOT chef - COOK) I appreciate where this one came from AND just how it ...goes.

[Chase Weik]

Thank you so much for reading! This was honestly one of my favorite pieces to write so far and I'm looking forward to getting more into writing this year!

[Chris]

When it's real and has a sense of humor to it - how can ya lose?