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?
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!
