Great poem - I had to read it to Don - we both laughed - though not too hard, as I had a similar experience with bacon grease recently - though I didn't spread it with a steamer - but might as well have. That stuff is hard to clean up.
Hi JoAnn ~ what else can you do but laugh when such things happen ... ;) Spilling bacon grease would be a similar challenge! Glad you enjoyed the poem.
I'm glad you can laugh in the face of adversity. My dogs would have made sharp work of a spillage like that. Very useful are dogs from time to time.
Hi Adrian ~ Well, it was more of a nuisance than a serious problem, so I could see the humour in it. Yes, dogs would have lapped it up in no time, I'm sure! My brother's dog snapped up a bit of turkey skin that fell off the counter on Christmas day. Gone as quick as lightning!
Goodness that's not a good start to the new year. Accidents like that so easily happen, often with outcomes that don't bear thinking about. Thankfully you're okay and have been able to make light of it this time. Take care. Flighty xx
Hi Flighty ~ I was thinking the same thing about starting off the new year in such a fashion. Hopefully things will pick up from now on... and perhaps I should stick with salads...mind the sharp knife, of course! I often see humour in these kinds of situations and that's why it goes from bad to verse!
So sad to hear you burnt your hand and that your floor can now be described as slickHere's hoping that you hand will heal real soon.. and for the floor, vinegar might do the trick.I know what a greasy kitchen floor is like. I once had a cat who had a penchant for grease/fat/oil. She managed to knock a 4 litre bottle of cooking oil over on the cupboard shelf above the fridge. It was the kind that had a cap that just sat on top rather than screwed or snapped into place and so the contents poured down the shelf, onto and down the fridge and onto my floor. It took me months of cleaning with vinegar and other grease cutters to get it back to normal. The cat had eaten her share and literally sloshed and gurgled when she moved. And she felt ill but kept it all in her and passed it without incident. Now don't you feel better? Great doggerel, by the way. :)
Hi Hilary ~ Nice rejoinder ;) Fortunately my hand shows no sign of any burn, so that's a plus. I poured cold water on it right away. Yes, I'm a big fan of vinegar, but thought the kitchen might smell like sausage and fries/chips if I used it ;) The story of your oil devouring cat made my escapade seem trivial indeed, and put it in perspective. I bet that oil went everywhere and I think I would have just moved house in such a situation... Glad the cat didn't suffer any long lasting effects. She she run like greased lightning after that?
Well....I'm glad to hear you took to your couch and decided to write poetry rather than risk breaking your neck!!! A a funny little poem it is too!I hope your poor hand is recovering and your kitchen floor is steamed squeaky clean again, that sounds like something that would happen to me!xxx
Hi Snowbird ~ all is well today...no sign of burn on my hand, and only a small area that I can see needs a little more cleaning. After reading Hilary's response, I'm thanking my lucky stars :) Please don't let it happen to you, though ;)