Poem: "Kitchen Courtesies"

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Thanks to new prompters Rosieknight and Polydad, you get a second freebie today. This poem was inspired by a prompt from technoshaman and is a crossover between Schrodinger's Heroes and BBC Sherlock.


"Kitchen Courtesies"


It's funny how fast
John and Sherlock settle in
to life in the Teflon Tesseract.

John cringes the first time
Pat finds eyeballs in the refrigerator,
but instead of screaming,
Pat calmly collars Sherlock and says,
"Experiments go in the lab fridge,
not in the kitchen fridge.
Also, remember that you live
with other scientists now
and you need to label your things
so you don't contaminate each other's data."

Or anyone's diet, John adds silently,
but he is impressed that there are no hysterics.

The second time, it's Bailey,
and it's Sherlock using the good cleaver
to cut chunks of some kind of hose.
Bailey drags him to the workshop and says,
"Only cut food in the kitchen or the cooks complain.
Out here you can cut anything the tools will cut.
Bonus points if you can figure out how
to cut through anything from the 'uncuttable' collection."

Sherlock has yet to succeed at the latter,
but John has confidence in his gigantic brain.

The first time John trips over thin air
and nearly bashes his face
against the kitchen counter,
Sherlock throws a tantrum.

The second time,
Sherlock rolls his silver eyes
at the abashed tentacle monster
and says, "Tim. Please.
You are an intergalactic quantum physicist.
Do try to remember to shut the drawers
on the hyperspace pantry."

It's all very domestic in a mad-hatter sort of way,
and John thinks that, yes, he could get used to this.

Comments

Yay!

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I'm glad it works even out of context.