Pictures from the Attic (poem)

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I remember the day (though I wasn't there)
When Aífe decided to melt some Gruyère.
For assistance, she enlisted her little friend Pip
Who watched while he waited to take a first dip.
She added some Emmental, Kirsch, and some wine,
Then fired up the pot to melt and combine,
The two of them laughed and danced on the spot
And looked for more items to dip in the pot.
I'm afraid that this fairy tale has a sad end...
(Even though the fondue was the perfect blend).
Pip toasting bread cubes on the open flame
Became the main subject of the insurance claim...

We lost the kitchen, but luckily, we managed to save the attic.