Stealing men

How like a mirror is this copper pan?

So often washed,so  polished for effect

I feel  it loves me, for I have no man

This image pleases well ,I now reflect.

I’ll never boil  my hankies in this gem

Nor throw out water at the waul of cats

But perhaps I’ll use it when I  love again.

To cook spaghetti or to steam his hat.

I bought it in a warehouse sale downtown

Along with cake forks,spoons and knives.

For spending too much money makes me frown;

And stealing men makes  vengeful  many wives .

Remember tragedy can fall on anyone.

And all too soon our journey will be done