Cutting Edge - published Cambridge News 3 May 2013

Cutting Edge

The rim of the tin

Has an edge like a razor

And the knife and the peeler

Will cut like a laser

The silver foil packet

Has venomous teeth

Which when you hack it

Slits the finger beneath

There’s blood on the table

The onions turned red

You’ve mopped what you’re able

From the finger that bled

What you need is a plaster

To cover the wound

Of this kitchen disaster

But alas you are doomed

The finger is clumsy

Its sticky with blood

You can’t open the plaster

Because of the flood

You can see what you need

In its neat plastic wrapping

While you stand there and bleed

 But its snug on its backing

To get at it faster

You need hands and your glasses

You can’t open your plaster

Its one of life’s farces