Fit To Be Fried

We just returned from Whole Foods Market, with a bag of sweet potato fries;
Something happened to the first one, that made us laugh until we cried!
We were going to have turkey burgers, fries, the perfect accompaniment;
I set the oven on four hundred twenty-five, the right temp for cooking them!
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I was getting them ready early, I would cook the burgers in an hour;
I let them heat for fifteen minutes, then thought I’d turned off the oven’s power!
About fifteen minutes later, Linda said, “Something is not right”;
“I smell aromas of food that’s burning, go check the stove’s off light”!
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I went running to the kitchen, and flung open the oven door;
I was appalled at what there greeted me, I could not be embarrassed more!
I guess when I hit the button “cancel”, that would turn the oven off;
I had not pushed on it hard enough, the dark smoke made me cough!
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The potatoes were all blackened, burnt completely to a crisp;
I opened all the windows, the smoke finally began to lift!
When Linda looked at all the remnants, of what was supposed to be our meal;
She started laughing hysterically, which made me better feel!
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                                     Fit to be fried
                          Burnt the taters to a crisp
                           But the house was safe