I broke my scone pan--right in two--
A very careless thing to do.
I dropped a dish upon the pan--
Then cried aloud, "Oh, doofus Dan!"
That pan had brought me countless treats--
The scones I'd baked--such awesome eats.
Self-loathing ruled for quite a while--
Such anger in pathetic style.
And then I ordered one online--
Same color, style, and finish fine.
It cost me nearly fifty bucks--
And so it goes with careless schmucks.
But, oh, I know it in my bones:
I must have daily home-baked scones.
And so I'll pay a pricey price--
Yes, make a willing sacrifice
To have a scone I've mixed and baked.
I broke my pan! How my heart's ached!
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