Pardon My French

Pardon my French

I don’t know an awful lot,

but on the side of the box

of a casserole dish—itself

a French word—I see the word cocotte.

That sounds good until I look

it up.  Buried in seventeen definitions

I find “a shallow baking dish.”

Everything else is too unsavory

for a Mormon poet, desperate

each day to write, call it

calaesthetics if you like, and so

(pardon my fractured French)

I’d best pick something

else more à propos.

                    —Donnell Hunter

                            27 January 2012