POT: Potpourri By Peg Scarano

Word: Pot
Word Count: 412

Peg Scarano

There comes a time in a young woman’s life when she has to stop planting weed in her flowerpots for her pipe, pot brownies or pot cookies, and start thinking about planting her real roots in a permanent pot. Perhaps she will become a potter and make beautiful pottery. Hopefully, she’ll hit the jack pot and find her perfect partner and together they will sweeten their pot until it becomes as full as the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow…or at least that’s the dream.

During the first few years of wedded bliss, our little woman will busy herself with her cooking pots, crock-pots, watering pots, flowerpots, potholders, pot roasts, pot-pies and pot stickers! Hopefully, her partner will not get potted on a regular basis and provide her with a chicken in every pot.

Eventually, the happy couple will be blessed with little children. That’s when things tend to go to pot. When there is one child, life is pretty good (unless you are unfortunate enough to have a fuss pot). There is usually time to water the flowerpots and stir the other pots. However, the time to brew water in the teapot shortens and she may have to call upon the hot pot to speed things up because her little one needs help in the potty.

Once more children come along, it may seem like there are too many pots on the fire. Even though her partner manages to find time to win or lose the poker pot, there is little time to read Harry Potter to her children or to watch Mrs. Potts help Belle tame the Beast. Dinners become potluck. Her house becomes a melting pot for her children’s friends and neighbors who all seem to have potty mouths. She never has time to use the chamber pot in peace as someone is always taking pot shots at her and it seems her life has totally gone to pot.

Gone are the days she didn’t have a pot to piss in and enjoyed being a pothead, using her potting soil to get potted. Her partner claims she is not holding up her end of the pot. She feels that is like the pot calling the kettle black. Her jackpot has been replaced by a potbellied piss pot and it looks like life will end in the potter’s field.

Her pot of gold has become a big old pothole.

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