Oven Mitt

 

I'd rather be an oven mitt

than a window

with a pane,

I'd rather be

a South-bound stream

than swirling

down the drain,

I'd prefer to be a peppermint

than a string

of dental floss,

I'd rather be in garden shade

than a salad to be tossed.

I'd rather be an oven mitt

on the handle of a pan,

I'd like to be upon a cob

not corn within a can.

I'd like to go unnoticed

like a fly upon the wall,

than discover I'm a hiccup

whenever its last call.