The Kitchen

Oh, I was once a young lad from back east;

Who had a hard time baking with yeast.

But as much I tried,

Even when doe'y-eyed,

My work never made for a feast.

Though I did find true love later,

With a gal, I admit I did bait her.

We did dream of a new home,

Even bought a garden gnome,

Since we'd be our home's creator.

In due time, I did get her permission,

For access and use of the kitchen.

And, in time, she did learn of my culinary inclination,

For cooking and baking with much determination.

Yes, it's all about variety and spice in our foods,

That helped us avoid any further cooking feuds.

For it's the kitchen that is the home's center,

That we knew, and neither to be the dissenter.

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