Not feeling very creative today… and I didn’t use today’s prompt because I couldn’t figure out how to get the mentioned website to display the poems in any language but English, so that one was a no-go. In case I don’t come up with something better/more creative, I’ll just drop this little limerick here.
There once was a hubby named Dave
‘twas a master of the microwave.
His cooking skills lacked
(as a chef, he’d be sacked):
To the stove he would not be a slave.
Whispered Wanderings 
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