The stove is on,
The liquid is heating.
It may take awhile,
For the burner is low.
But steam is beginning to rise,
And the heat is incessant.
Will no one turn off the stove?
Are the chefs reckless children?
The temperature is building,
Can’t you sense it?
Building and building.
Hear the hiss,
Newly audible,
Emanate from the pot.
How long can we ignore it,
Bubbling as it is,
In the back of our minds,
To overflow at worst possible time?
For God’s sake,
Turn off the stove,
Before the liquid explodes,
And scalds us all!
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