From: ‘Pot’snair of Kitchen Utencity
To: ‘Pan’ski of Pots n’ pans
To: ‘Pan’ski of Pots n’ pans
Dear
‘Pan’ski,
Save me!
Save me! Ever since I was bought from that store, I’ve been tortured and hurt
beyond my limit. The woman who bought me is extremely monstrous and cruel; you
should just listen to what she did to me.
The little
girl in this household ‘hell’ wanted to play baseball (panball in our place),
so she used me as a bat and I ended up losing my hand! You see, when the ball
soared through the air, the little demon swung me to hit the ball but finally,
I ended up being thrown into the air too! I bumped onto the tarmac in front of
the Graveyards’ house. I’m reeking with that old lady’s body lotion! Also, the
crazy demon puts me on the stove for a longtime and Me. Fire is harsh on me and
burns my back! Please send me some soap next time; I’m turning ugly and black
all over.
This warty
woman talks nineteen to the dozen. Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah this, blah that! I
get agitated just by talking about it. She talks about unnecessary thing like
nail polish (this slimy thing that dyes the small pink thing on the ends of
their fingers), etc. Oh, I hate her! She’s a mouthful!
The little
meanie here once turned me upside down and sat on me with her pants all dirty.
Ewww! It was so gross! Man. I can never forget the stench! It reeks of well…you-know-what.
I recently
hears that you’ve run away from you owner, Pansk. Well then, I would like to ‘heed’
some advice from you. I’m deciding to run away, anon. If you had joined a
second-hand shop as you told, will you please find me a vacancy? I’ll send my
PV (Paniculum Potae) shortly. Meanwhile, please tell the owners that I’ve done
PPD ( pots n’ pans diploma) and MKD (Master of Kitchen Dishes).
P.S.
Please send
me a couple of soaps and perfume. I’m malodorous.
P.S. again
You better
RSVP me back again.
With loads of curry and gravy,
‘Pot’snair.
22-08-2013
awsm nivetha keep up the good work.i liked the "P.S.'s"
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