This is what I feel when you are around.
I come to you to see my lentils browned,
I can feel my heart flutter and then noisily pound.
You sit hissing at me, staring at me with a cold steel heart, dissuading me.
Every time I am near you, I shudder and pray, hoping not to instantly pee.
I lift your crown, you hiss at me. I stop. You stop.
I fear I will faint, and then to the ground, drop.
I wait in anticipation and I let you cool.
Waiting for you to stop your drool.
Note: A silly attempt at depicting my fear of pressure cookers!