The Poetry Kitchen

In the poetry kitchen,

There is poetry smell

All the ideas are cooking,

It's going really well.

The poetry chef is working,

His magic on the menu's fame ,

He's mixing up the ingredients,

And creation in his game.

The limericks and the cherihews,

Are the sizzling in the pan,

And a couplet ends it's journey,

Perched high upon a flan .

From the poetry kitchen ,

There is a poetry smell,

And the idea's are all cooked,

And it's all gone really well...