Hand me a plate

I’ll pretend I’m a knight

Brave, loyal and true

Suiting up for a fight

With his shield in hand

To withstand their blows

Armor much stronger

Than his enemy knows

Hand me a bowl

I’ll pretend it’s a hat

Of a baseball player

Stepping up to bat

Strike one, strike two

One more and I’m done

But wouldn’t you know it?

I’ve hit a home run!

Hand me a spoon

I’ll pretend I’m a queen

Staring and glaring

Through the reflective beam

Who is the fairest?

Who deserves the crown?

The mirror shows her face

Warped and upside down

Hand me a cup

I’ll pretend I’m a wizard

Mixing his potions

With frog eyes and gizzards

One sip of my concoction

That swirls misty blue

You may become a horse

Or an egg, or a shoe

But hand me a knife

The imagining stops

All I see is my arms filled

With cuts, scrapes and chops

My stomach sliced open

My guts on the floor

I don’t think I want to

Do dishes anymore