Broken!

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!