MY MOTHER'S COOKING POT
         oh
my mothers cooking pot
forged by an industrial heat
blemished with a stainless alloy
but all that matters
like the jinx of cooking it harbors

      myself
i rather not ask myself
why meat stealing
remains dogged
for all life lies in my mothers cooking pot

        but
recently it was an like an event called a day
when mother smiles over the stolen meat
when mother sees it as a gratitude to her cooking power
because now the CBN is though
  and the flow of "that evil" (MONEY)  is turbulent

      And
now the reddish excess soup in the pot
falling and dripping like a water fall
is now like a drying dam harboring whitish melon soup
but mother's talent is retained

      oh
no one loved this
but old habit die hard
and the ten fingeredd rat still spiral in to the cooking pot
and with a race and a bit of meat rather than a full piece
a full piece it used to steal

      oh
C.B.N when mothers cooking pot
full of tasty jinx
turned to a centre of galaxy
a galaxy of argument
languors!  a vibrant water fall
now a drying dam

      anyway
mother devised a miserable plan
to lock away the ten fingeredd rat
away from her cooking pot

     anyway
mother devised a plan
she routined our meal
to suite the C.B.N threat

       anyway
mother ask Kasai the blacksmith
to forge for her pot an improvised
catcher, hinge, and a superb 300kg padlock
on her precious cooking pot

        And
until things get better mother won't unlock
her cooking pot free!!!.