Living Kitchen

I walked into my kitchen

Right at five

To find the whole thing

Was all alive

I walked over

to the kitchen sink

When it looked back

And did a blink

I thought that it

Would really pout

When I saw

It had no mouth

The pots and pans

Were in a trance

As they did

A funny dance

I walked right over

To the blender

Which I found

Was quite tender

He looked at me

and said my friend

I have one rule

And it’s please don’t dent

I looked right at

The tin foil

Which just wanted

To be spoiled

He said

If you could make me straight

That would be

Really great

The fireplace

Sang with grace

But the song she sang

Was about her face

There are prints on me

From your finger

Clean them up

And do not linger

The stove called next

And it cried

Saying it burned

My apple pie

But last of all

Was the fridge

That wanted to move

Just a smidge

So with all the requests

I got to work

And did my best

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson