Don't we all cut?
I thought we did.
Listening to shows
That tell us just how--
Right down the middle;
To the side this time!--
Perfect cuts are straight;
Mine never were.
Something must be wrong--
More reason to try-
Again and again,
Down the center, now!
But mine seem to always
Veer to the left, then
Right just before going
Back center--I always
Miss the most crucial
Position and soak my
Hands in the liquid
I tried so hard not
To spill.

It is a cruel world
That fashions the knife
With which I ready
My holiday turkey.