I just killed our microwave. It couldn't have happened at a better time. I was steaming a spaghetti squash in it (like I always do) when it just *phhttzz* died.
I'm glad, because it'll keep my husband from trying to give it away to someone. It was pretty rusty underneath the rotating plate. Ah, I loved that microwave. I think it deserves a pome.
Ode to My Microwave
Minutes
Inside
Creates
Round and round
On
Wavy glass
And
Voila
Eat!
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