Gauntlet

I threw away my oven mitts when my wife and I got together,
They were old and ugly,
And she had her own oven mitts,
Which were also old and ugly,
But she was more attached to hers:
They were family oven mitts.
So I threw mine away,
No one with a small kitchen needs that many oven mitts.
When she left, she took her oven mitts,
And I couldn’t stop cooking,
But didn’t want to get burned,
So I bought new ones,
nice red ones
that compliment the dragon apron I bought too
But maybe I need more than oven mitts,
Because the other night
I burned my forearm reaching into the oven
And it hurt at the time but didn’t seem to leave a mark
And now it doesn’t hurt, but the burn looks worse than ever.