When the doormat lost its way And in the middle of the floor it lay, I was sure it had crossed it’s threshold, Was it trying to enter my kitchen to gain a foothold?
Unhappy with the doormat,. I began to set my foot to find out the cause of the crime, For in the absence of the doormat in place, my floor was messed with grime. So, I set foot in the kitchen…
I questioned the refrigerator, it was cold in response and it trembled.. I questioned the oven, it was hot, and it turned red, beeped & grumbled, I looked at the mixer, it was unused and it simply slumbered, I was at my wits end, to find out, how the doormat fumbled..
I saw the kitchen floor, smeared with flour, A drizzle of butter, and some sugar to add to the score, A bottle of oil, and some vanilla extract, Were some of the ingredients that were ransacked..
The doormat was roped in to cover up the mess, To clean up the spill, without spiking mama’s stress, The operation ‘bake a pie and cake’, was in progress, For a surprise birthday wish, they wanted to express !!