Messy Kitchen Sink
(sing to the tune of The Happy Wanderer)
When oft’ I go a wandering,
My nap sack on my back,
I know my man leaves odd footprints:
The kitchen floor has tracks!
I can hear, I can see,
I can hear
I can see ee ee ee ee ee
I can see
The kitchen floor has tracks!
The cabinets are open wide,
The sugar’s sprinkled high,
The dirt’s pressed down upon its side,
Like bird poo dropped from nigh!
I pull out pen and quickly write
As far as I can see;
While scrubbing clean the stains to right
And ordering cleanly!
I whisk the broom; collect the crumbs,
The meters in my step
The pots and pans, the prunes and plums
Are shining bright, yep, yep!
It’s time for rhyme and rhythm now,
The counters neat; food stacked.
The order’s back, you smell the chow:
“Come down and interact!”
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 
Oct 07, 2013 @ 14:11:38
Hi Jeanne: Yep, we’re on the same page again. Funny poem! My hubby is a good cook and he is especially into baking bread, and it is the best bread ever, but the after effects…. oy!
We have tornado warnings for this afternoon in NJ! How’s with you?
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Oct 08, 2013 @ 09:13:26
Karen: So far we love percussion instruments, have cooks that mess up, dance the please/manage husband routine, and sometimes can’t remember what’s next…..
Sounds like harmony to me.
Jeanne
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May 14, 2014 @ 12:11:07
Cool! 🙂
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May 14, 2014 @ 12:47:02
This is fabulous, Jeanne! I love the picture and the poem.
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Aug 27, 2016 @ 08:07:04
Reblogged this on The Vibrant Channeled Creator and commented:
This time when I came from a Highlights Workshop, Don was with me!
The kitchen was neat, smelled sweet, and was in clear focus.
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