The Kitchen

Sweet tunes are heard from birds, maybe pigeons.

The frilly rug of blue in front of the sink,

Where cows can be seen outside of the window, sometimes they stink!

The oven creates aromas of freshly baked zucchini bread,

And momma never lets anyone go unfed.

The green mini broom and dustpan hang on the wall

And catches all the food that might fall.

Dead houseplants line the window sill

That my mom accidentally kills.

Our Keurig makes sure our caffeine needs are met

Thus, countless mugs fill our cabinets.