If only knives and forks could talk
And say I'm here each time they walk
I carefully buy complete sets
But where I've put them I forget
The saucepans pile up on the floor
Until we can't reach cupboard doors
We both agree we don't need more
He loses lids, and then buys more!
And then we lose the toaster tongs
The bread is stuck, the meal's gone wrong
The toast is cold, I'm getting old
I wish food would do what it's told
We finish clearing, washing up
Too late I find my favourite cup
Why home cook? There's so much to do!
It tastes good, and makes us feel new.
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