The Kitchen

Where no one likes a witch in,

Ingredients are switched in,

And chores are sometimes ditched in

The kitchen.

Where my mom found some britch(es) in,

And sometimes swung a switch in,

While all of us would pitch in

Mom’s kitchen.

Occasionally a glitch in,

And recipes hit a hitch in,

But only scents are rich in

My kitchen.

So Sing Along with Mitch in,

And try whatever’s ‘kitch’ in,

To satisfy your itch in

Your kitchen.

Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot

With poetry, we all besought

To try to make the week begin

With pleasant thoughts,

Perhaps a grin?

So Jenny, Charlotte, Mimi, Me

Have crafted poems for you to see.

And when you’ve ready what we have wrought…

Did we help?

Or did we not?

Next week, stop and take a look,

We'll talk of what we love, our BOOKS!