DREAM KITCHENS

I don't know why I'm writing lots of poems this week. Something in the water? I don't drink enough of that. Maybe I just hit a mood. Well anyway, this one came out of an advert I saw featuring celebrities cooking. Obviously, they're all at home during the lockdown too, so over the last twelve weeks or so, we've actually been able to see right into their homes while they do their thing online. Some of them have very nice looking kitchens. It's been a good reminder to be grateful, though, a hard reminder sometimes. Anyway, this is what came of that thought. Oh, and if it's not obvious, you have to read it with an accent...

Dream Kitchens

Look at them celebrity kitchens

Fancy hobs 'n lighting

Silver fridges, granite tops

And room to spend the night in

Look at them airy windows

What let in all the light

Breakfast bars as big as cars

All shimmery and white

Look at me tiny two-bed.

My kitchen in its place.

Toaster, kettle, microwave

Takes up the counter space

Just look at me little worktop

With leaking fridge below

There ain't no room for skype or zoom

Where would the camera go?

Look at them celebrities' kitchens

Chrome and new and smooth

One looked like she peered at mine

And suggested I could just move

"Oh this could all be yours!"

She said, or seemed to say, with glee

"You could still make a lucky break

If you worked hard like me"

But look at me tiny kitchen.

I worked as well as I could,

I didn't sing nor sleep me way

To live in Hollywood

I didn't ever ask for more

Than somewhere of me own!

So it's okay, for me today

It's nice to feel at home

Yeah look at this little kitchen

Go on, have a good look

Running water, storage space

And food that I can cook

Cos somewhere on this planet

There's millions unseen

They'll not believe that somehow we've

Been living in this dream