P is for Porridge Pot


Cleaning the porridge pot is not for the meek
It takes special cleaning staff,
Separating the strong from the weak
Like separating wheat from chaff,

So gummy and sticky, you could use it for glue
That porridge is amazing gloop,
You could fix up the sole on that old busted shoe
Or make some Porridge soup,

Off it goes into the compost bin
But wait, don’t be so hasty,
I’ve heard porridge is good for the skin
And the remnants are very tasty,

Pease Porridge Hot or Pease Porridge Cold
I won't clean a dirty pot that's nine days old!

Comments

  1. Battered HopeApril 18, 2014 at 8:40 AM

    FUNNY -- I related as well. Can you imagine a pot that is nine days old?

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    1. UnknownApril 19, 2014 at 4:57 AM

      Can you just imagine, Carol? UGH! I always found that nursery rhyme strange imagining them eating porridge that old. I find it bad enough on the day it's made.

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  2. Loni TownsendApril 18, 2014 at 7:00 PM

    Hahaha. We don't make porridge, but I just had the vision of 9-day-old porridge combined with a facial. *shudder*

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    1. UnknownApril 19, 2014 at 4:58 AM

      Great for the skin, Loni after it's congealed and gone crusty! You should try it! I'm not a huge porridge fan but Hubs loves it as it appeals to his Scottish ancestry and sense of cheapness.

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  3. SuzyApril 19, 2014 at 3:44 AM

    Nice, Yes I've had many a moment when that pot has driven me crazy. Hot water, soap and a good soaking usually does the trick.

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    1. UnknownApril 19, 2014 at 4:59 AM

      It is a gross thing to clean, isn't it Suzy? One of my less favourite cleaning jobs and I don't even eat the stuff!

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  4. Catch My WordsApril 19, 2014 at 11:48 AM

    Yuk. That looks like a job, Suzy.

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    1. UnknownApril 19, 2014 at 12:41 PM

      It's pretty brutal but I'm tough and can handle it.

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  5. UnknownApril 20, 2014 at 6:26 AM

    :O That looks brutal and tough.. I pity my mom and others who face this daily

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  6. Debbie D. April 20, 2014 at 9:21 AM

    Hahaha! Good one. ☺ Yes, oatmeal makes a great facial.

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