Our Kitchen
There's a strange room in our home
With a dishwasher and sink
It's bizarre, so rates this poem
It's called the kitchen, I think
Most rooms are for using
With their uses recognizable
But, this room is confusing
With a problem very sizable
We know what the bedroom is for
Don't need a brain for this
The use of the hall or corridor
Needs no analysis
The functions of our bathroom
Are as plain as plain can be
But how to use that kitchen room
Is not plain at all to me
The cupboards fully loaded
With empty shelves galore
From non-use they've eroded
Having nothing much to store
The stove that's in our kitchen room
Thinks cooking's obsolete
If ever used it would spell doom
And cause gourmet's to retreat
There's a vitamin tray in our kitch
Holding some Elmer's Glue
That sticky stuff is really a bitch
When added to a stew
A shelf up high is full of spice
But I don't have a clue
If spice would taste so very nice
When spicing Elmer's Glue
There is another fixture
A fridge beyond compare
In it there's quite a mixture
Of nothing else but air
Now the time has come
To end my kitchen conjuring
All it's worthless sum
Isn't worthy of my pondering
by Stan Cooper 7/99 graphic by Don Hunt
Poetry by Stan Cooper
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Written on 2007-02-27 at 07:51
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