There's a rhythm as the kettle boils
A chorus in the toaster
I live alone for good or bad
So have to make the most of
Most times I can forget the past
And see the time before me
It sometimes even looks all right
Especially in sunlight
And when the dawn creeps cross the floor
To offer daylight romance
We set the rhythms to the chords
And sweep the floor with dances
We cook our breakfast to a waltz
And scramble eggs to lindys
Sometimes we get up on our toes
And pirouette the windows
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And burn the toast al presto - great fun write.
Oh definitely! Sometimes it just pops out of the toaster and skids across the floor with us.............
Oh crumbs - you suffer the dancing toast syndrome. And later when it slips from your grasp whilst dancing the fandango I bet it falls butter side down. not a secret you would want to spread.
Always! Butter side down......... (sounds like a movie title)..........
Or a poem...!
Thanks LORNA ~ for such a HAPPY POEM ! The best Rhythm is always the "Rhythm of Life" Rhythmic hugs ~ BRIAN @@@@@@@ KEEP DANCING !
Coffee helps too...... temporary euphoria.........
Lorna (the dancing queen),
You made “Whistle While You Work” so mundane! I like your version better...dancing while we cook! 👩🍳! Delicious! Keep dancing 💃🏻 my friend! I’m dancing off to make the next meal 🥘!
~Laura~
Good fun write, dancing in the kitchen can be so therapeutic, as is this poem.
What a wonderful poem! I wonder if anybody in the world ever wrote something about dancing in the kitchen! A delightful read, Lorna, very well done!
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