My Kitchen Story
This post is an entry for the “My Kitchen Story” Linky Challenge, sponsored by Fairy Platinum”
I’ve laughed in my kitchen.
Rolled my eyes and sighed.
I’ve cooked and burnt, experimented and learnt.
The fridge has been filled from bottom to tail,
sometimes with vegetables, often with ale.
The cooker is cleaned (though not really used),
the microwave’s knackered and likely to fuse.
The pots and pans sparkle looking brand new and nice,
They’re many years old but have been used maybe twice.
My kitchen is tiny, I can touch all four walls,
with my bum in the sink and the fridge near my balls.
But I wouldn’t change it, and I don’t mean to be rude,
but so what if I cook only microwave food?
For five days a week I’m a lone single lad,
it’s only weekends I act like a dad.
I pretend on a Friday I don’t find veg vile,
(if the kids only knew Pizza Hut’s on speed dial)
That stain on the side? It’s overcooked peas!
I won’t ever admit it’s just spilt Chinese.
That mark over there was when I cooked in a hurry
Though there’s a reason it resembles some dried out old curry.
It matters to no-one, doesn’t matter a jot.
I’m king of my kitchen if you like it or not.
I got a free trial of Fairy Platinum to try
and with all things considered it’s a bloody good buy.
But not for me, despite the best wishes
You can’t wash up microwave meal dishes
So I gave it to mum in an unselfish manner
Now she includes me when making lasagne
Cos she knows if nothing else, the washing up’s done
Thanks to Fairy Platinum (and her gift-giving son)
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