a poem in my pocket

“ninja”

my mom’s a secret ninja

she’s trained~yes, that’s a fact

in ancient arts of sabotage

(it’s cooking skills she lacks)

she’s stealthy and she’s deadly

~real domestic arson hack~

our kitchen sink is piled high

with pots that she burned black!

Just for fun…you didn’t assume it was (auto)biographical, did you?!