Granny’s kitchen is a
woman’s paradise
Stocked with bags of wheat,
flour and rice
In the oven a chocolate cake
bakes
That with love and honey my
dear granny makes.
On the ceiling is a small
fan that runs
To clear the aroma of
freshly baked buns.
She has whole sets of spoons
and cutlery hung
Used to make music when
songs are sung
Her kitchen is half the size
of our hall
But as its Goddess in it she
stands tall
The fridge is always filled
with goodies
Three types of cheese,
chocolates and jellies
I love to go in there
looking for food
That never fails to get me
in a good mood
My granny’s kitchen! There’s
nothing like it
You’re sure to like what you
find in it
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