She recognised the gravelly scritching,
Like sandpaper over rust,
During her afternoon nap.
It came from the kitchen -
Beside the gas rings
Where she kept her knife block.
The block had an inbuilt sharpener.
She preferred a trusty steel,
But the salesperson convinced her
With the flirtatious buy line:
Keep your chopper sharp
and ready for action -
Although not at 4pm
My cousin owns a large meat cleaver. He uses it to cut the homemade pizzas his wife makes. He calls it his 'chopper' and there is always a bit of innuendo floating about when he uses it. I also have a knife block in my kitchen beside the gas hob. I was sitting up late one night with my poetry notebook, and wondered what I would do if I heard a knife being pulled out of the knife block. The two ideas sort of melded together.