If I say it myself I'm a Wonderful Cook,
A Virtual Maestro with a Recipe Book.
But for a Pancake Mix I had no Tool
So I Stole said Item like a Thieving Fool.
As into the Store I Slyly Crept
And strode to where the Cutlery is Kept.
How it's Sad for such deeds for Culinary's Sake:
But I'm afraid it's a Whisk that I was willing to take.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 6th, 2026 16:06
- Category: Humor
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Comments5
Now that would be an interesting explanation to the judge. A fun read my friend.
Yes. 'Whisk him off to Prison'. Thanks for Reading.👍
The right tools for the right job. A whole household and shed filled with all sorts, results.
Probably Licorice All sorts. Thank you for Reading. And leaving a Comment.
Most welcome. 🙏🏻🕊️
Someone's going to fork loose on you one day...(foreclose , geddit? Thought I had better make it clear as I'm not as smart at this as you)
Don't you need a Suitcase Foreclose?
Thank you for Reading and sending a Comment.
Hello, Kevin,
Was your ill gotten way the day before Shrove Tuesday. You could enjoy your pancakes and confess your sin. I did'nt actually know where you were going with this one until I hit on the word 'whisk'. I'm reading this while having a coffee and enjoying the both of them.
All the best,
Tony.
Happy to oblige. As for Confessions. I have to Book Ahead, as I'll be in there some time.
Thank you for Reading.
Kevin, as someone who enjoys a good pun, I have to admit you got me laughing! Though I suspect I'd be a terrible accomplice...I'd be laughing too hard to make a clean getaway! 🤣🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Then a Bar of Soap would have to be Lifted as well. Thank you for Reading and making a Comment.
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