Oh my goodness, how can you be so sticky,
Wish I had known this could get as tricky.
I would surely have been more picky,
And then wouldn't be feeling this panicky.

In the first place you are boiling to the touch,
You are stiff and gooey, can't mix you much.
The vessel you are in I so tightly need to clutch,
Overall very painful, should have been left to an expert as such.

Spoon stuck in my pot,
Oh this hurts a lot,
Second spoon stuck, another bad shot,
Why did I get myself into this, what a crackpot.

Wherever around you I move my spoon, a part of you gets stuck,
Its one of those days I'm not having much luck.
You have driven me insane, now you, I will chuck,
After you have gone for hours I will be cleaning up this muck.

What overcame me when I thought I should try,
To make jujubes that would eventually make me cry.
I wasted my money on ingredients I happily did buy,
Only to have to tearfully bid them goodbye.
© Maja Malhotra