I was left to use the kitchen
I didn’t have a clue
There’s a cooker with a hob on top
But what did each one do
With cupboards full of products
Some never seen before
A freezer full of frozen stuff
Was standing on the floor
The fridge was like a dairy
With eggs & milk and cheese
Fruit juices and mixed salads
Plus butters if you please
And don’t forget the washer
I’m told it’s automatic
But when I filled it full of clothes
It sat there sort of static
The kettle and the toaster
Filled me not with dread
I’m dab hand boiling water
All I need to find is bread
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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