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Monday, 21 July 2008

The Kitchen Blues

By Ellen Younkins

I'm singing the Kitchen Blues
and I'm tired of making all those roux.
whipping up stuff and baking bread
and doing dishes that I really dread.

I'm singing the Kitchen Blues,
I'm dicing the vegetables into twos.
If my mashed potatoes turn into lead
it must be the recipe that I misread.

I'm singing the Kitchen Blues
here in my kitchen paying my dues
but the best part of it all - is that, instead
of singing the Blues, I'm very well fed.

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Posted by Ronni Bennett at 02:30 AM | Permalink | Email this post


Perfect poem for Monday after a weekend spent in the kitchen feeding grandchildren. Of couse I had to sample everything first and my blood pressure is off the charts this morning.

I'm not very well fed because I suffer from kitchen blues every day. ~;-).

What a nice pick-me-up. Thank you, Ellen, I really enjoyed reading your poem/song text. I could almost imagine what the tune sounds like.

Great poem/song, Ellen.

I made up my own tune as I went along and it sounded great!

Also enjoyed your rhyme scheme. Blues and roux! Excellent.

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