The Yellowed Potholder

Oh wait for dear tiny black grumpy termite

Listen to my forgotten yellowed tale

Before you ruin my faded crease with a bite

How this perky white became so pale

Little Tommy had been to a huge fete

To taste rubbery sugar candies in red

He'd got 5 coins to savor a full plate

Candy stall blinked in golden ahead

Just then he heard a man say out loud

"Perky white potholders for just 5 coins

From burning heat thy hands they cloud

Fingertips to wrist to where elbow joins"

Tommy thought of his darling mother

Who cooked yummy sweet pies to him

And hid one blistered hand with the other

A child aged 6 weighed his choices so dim

So he bought me off for his dear mother

She loved my warmth on snowy nights

I lived long enough for her than any other

Yellowed, proud, I don't fear your bites.