You Asked For It Carmen....

This fine poem goes out to Carmen, of I'll Do What I Wanna Do.....Gosh! Hey, she asked for a plett pan poem, and she is getting one! (Hey, sucky poems are my specialty!) If nobody has figured it out by now, I strive for crappy. Absolute crap. Yay for crap! Anyway, here you go:


Iron plett pan,

Seasoned so fine.

I am glad you are mine.

Who loved you for years?

A Swede, I think...

But now you are mine,

and causing me tears.

And making me drink,

too many beers!