Poetry Corner || In the Kitchen

You know when you are cleaning and your mind wanders and you start to come up with an Edward Gorey and/or Shel Silverstein type poem? Just me?

In the kitchen

A little lady cleaning
Standing on a stool
Stretching, reaching, leaning
Just a little too far
Slipping, falling, clipping
Her head on the granite
Body sinking to the floor
Settling in her gore
Her husband walks by
And utters a cry
But who's going to clean the cabinet ?!?


The beats (is that what you call them? I don't really do poems) are totally off but made me laugh :D