Whenever the humans turn off the lights,
lock the door, drive away,
all the friends of the kitchen
come out to play.
They dance and twirl night after night,
the pepper grinder shaking a beat,
the spatulas do gymnastics
as the utensils pop out of their drawer seat.
But not all is fun and laughter,
the cabinets hold deadly secrets,
if you ask, no one shall tell,
especially the still-emotional cookie sheets.
But if you go to the butcher knife,
he's the one that knows it all,
and he can tell you of the time
that the fork took a final fall.
Fork and Spoon were a merry couple,
wedded in front of the dinner gong.
Everyone said that their marriage was meant to last,
but they really couldn't be more wrong.
Unfortunately, love soon turned to abuse
and Spoon was never allowed out of her drawer.
Oregano was worried about her dear friend,
but she was lost in a mysterious murder.
The murderer was none other than Butch himself,
highered by Fork, his right hand man.
No one knew of the secretive death,
except for the leading baking pan.
She ran to Spoon when Fork was at work
and managed to let her out,
but the butcher knife was still at work
and the pan was killed without a doubt.
Spoon's last hope was Dish,
his own tricks tucked into glass,
security guard Butch the Knife
was asleep when Dish got past.
So in the middle of a kitchen party night,
under the light of the full moon,
an abusive relationship was laid to rest
when the dish ran away with the spoon.
The butcher knife knew it all was injustice
and soon turned his wrong to right,
he found that filthy scum-bag Fork,
and the last murder was committed that night.
But Butch had scars upon his consience
and he laid his head to cry,
but after his story was spread by the blender,
the cooking ware forgave the poor guy.
The kitchen swore to secrecy
and hoped for the best for Dish and Spoon,
praying that they could come out of hiding
and return to their nightly parties soon.
So when the humans return, all goes away,
the stove keeps the knowledge burning inside,
the crock pot refrains from bubbling it over,
and in no one does the bowl confide.
Back to artificial parties and fun,
rainbow cake sprinkles flying as confetti,
only Butch has corageous guts
to tell the newcomers his horrible story.
So be cautious of your Silverware,
you never know when they might turn,
just don't worry about anything
because only with your kitchen does this concern.
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
I think this kitchen write was kind of a one-time only thing. I don't know if I could be inspired for more. 