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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Monday, 19 December 2016

Timings

Timings and how wrong they go,
A subject dear to my heart,
Everything crawls to a slow
Pretty much right from the start.

The biggest problem seems to be
Guessing preparation times,
I've barely trimmed the broccoli
Before the minute minder chimes.

The worst of these are small shallots,
Those perfect pearls with paper shells,
They fill my eyes with tearful spots
And make me curse their name to hell.

The skins rip no matter what I try,
The bulbs split into tiny shapes
Impossible to chop, but I
Cut fingers on them anyway.

They make me screw my eyes tight shut
As I skin those beasts alive,
Take forty minutes to cut
And I only budgeted for five.

As a result, the sprouts are burnt,
The pies have sighed their last, I fear.
You'd think by now I would have learnt,
I do the same thing every year.

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