Time to inflict some more of
my writing on you. I am, apparently, a ‘millennial’. For those of you
unfamiliar with the term, it is a word used by trendy but idiotic people to
pigeonhole every single person born between about 1980 and 2000. Because
obviously generalisations made about such a broad range of ages, influenced as
we have been by the rapid advances in communication technology over this
period, must hold good. Ok, rant over.
One of the ‘millennial’ traits
that does hold true is the fact that I do not own my own house; I’ve lived in a
string of different rented flats and houses over the last decade. One common
feature of such places, especially when shared with partners or housemates, is
that the kitchen is usually woefully inadequate to requirements. As a result,
when more than one of you wishes to use it, you are forced into an intricate
dance in which you circle and weave around each other, often while holding hot
pans or full kettles.
It is to people who have lived
or still live in such circumstances that the below is respectfully dedicated. This
is actually written as a song rather than a poem, and I do have a tune in mind.
If you’re very unlucky and run into me in person I will share it with you.
The
Small Kitchen Waltz
My
darling we rented a small maisonette,
When
we viewed it, it seemed rather ace.
But when
we inspected one thing we neglected:
Does
the kitchen have quite enough space?
It’s
something we both should have noticed at once,
But
really it’s neither our faults,
And we
both can get in if we side-step and spin,
And we
join in the Small Kitchen Waltz!
There's only one cupboard and only two drawers,
No pantry and only one shelf,
And while I am in it you must wait a minute,
There's barely the room for myself.
But if we are patient and if we are kind,
And don't act like ninnies or dolts,
And we just take our turn then how quickly we'll learn,
How to dance to the Small Kitchen Waltz!
The
space from the sink to the bin’s rather small,
From
the fridge to the cooker’s not wide.
And
when I am in it, you must wait a minute,
There’s
no room to work side by side!
But if
I step this way and you move around,
We can
cook and wash up without halts.
And
each day of the week we’ll be pressed cheek to cheek,
As we dance
to the Small Kitchen Waltz!
As we
join in the dance that’s been trodden before,
By
those with no room to manoeuvre,
If you
pass me the saucepan, and move to your left,
I can
turn and then plug in the hoover.
Then
I’ll move to the right, and we’ll circle again,
As you
get down the spices and salts,
And my
dear we’ll make do, though there’s no room for two,
We
will circle and slide and we’ll spin to the side,
Taking
our chance in this romantic dance,
As we master
the Small Kitchen Waltz!
Copyright Thomas Jones 2017