Too Many Pots

On the pots and pans in my kitchen

My kitchen has too many pots
Most with a lid of its own
I have to find elusive spots
To give each pot a home

Their sizes are for different foods
The large for lobsters, small for eggs
I also select based on my moods
Someday my pots may hang from pegs

Some of the pots are from a set
With see-through lids, how nice
The rest are random sizes that let
Me choose for soup or ribs or rice

Let's not forget the pans there too
For sautéing and frying and the like
They abide with the pots, 'tis true
A harmonious chord they strike

So paring the pots down is not a task
That I would like to undertake
'There's a purpose', I answer when you ask
Plus I still need trays and such to bake


Copyright 2009 - Mindy Makuta (aka MyFairLadyah)
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