THE KITCHEN LAYOUT

Run the counter along the wall,

Keep it simple; wide or tall.
Throw in a sink; maybe two.
Microwave or oven, we have no clue.
Green and brown, red or cream,
Cant figure it out, even in a dream.
Shelves and drawers,
Knives and spoons,
Then we sat down,
Oh we forgot the stool!
Was this the beginning?
No we skipped lunch!
Five hours in a kitchen,
Yet our tummies grunt.
Holding on to the last string of faith,
We narrowed on the two options laid.
A relief on the shoulders,
But a stomach that ached,
We drove straight to a kitchen that wasnt ours to shape.