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The Edge
(By R.P.Edwards)
Standing
Precarious
On the edge
Toes dangling in the breeze
This precipice, my latest test
I dare not cough or sneeze...
The warning sign was clear. The "Don't do it" glared at me as I prepared to do it anyway.
I'm a man, after all! I haven't lived all these years to be dissuaded by some lawyer-inspired admonition. "Spatula, come hither!"
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Funny how little phrases can set us off.
A short time ago I decided to make some Blueberry muffins (the kind with real, in the can, blueberries). These pastries were a regular delight when my children were still swarming in the house (decades ago). Back then we needed TWO boxes (24 muffins worth). Now, one box is more than enough.
Anyway, I bought the mix, dutifully followed the directions, and then ran across the "words" I didn't recognize: "Do not eat raw batter." Well, I had my eye on that goop all during the preparation and I wasn't going to let the minuscule (extremely) chance of a tummy ache keep me from imbibing. So, I defiantly, ravenously, ate every drop.
And yes, I'm sure the makers were just covering their rears when said phrase was added. But let's not stop there. How about, "Wear gloves when opening can (better yet, Kevlar gloves)." Or, "Do not put head in oven."
Alright, enough of this ridiculous aside. It DID, however, inspire a YouTube short (below.) BTW, the brand I chose was Krusteaz; quite delicious.
The poem continues...
...But then I flinch
And flailing go
Though it's but a one-foot fall
And some may scoff
At my paultry Off
But before the heights...
Start small
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