poems by sumiki and sumiki's dad: back by popular demand

It's hard to snack on an oven rack

(it's not easy to do)

It's hard to pack an oven rack

(I don't know what to do)

It's hard to stick a tack in an oven rack

(without sticking your finger)

It's hard to comb an oven rack

(without, you let it linger)

It's hard to take a nap on an oven rack

(you fall right through between)

It's hard to hug an oven rack

(unless you don't want your spleen)

It's hard to date an oven rack

(because they're just so flat)

It's hard to sled on an oven rack

(because you'll just go splat)

But it's easy to cook on an oven rack

(it's what they're made to do)

And it's easy to bake on an oven rack

(because they exist for you)

^{next time, we write about smuffin slappers}