My Desperate Friend’s Desperate Kitchen

Some kitchens are messy with dishes galore, Or junk mail in piles and crumbs on the floor, But my friend has a kitchen that’s really a mess. How she can cook there is anyone’s guess. Vicky and Gus, my neighbors, are neat, They bought and old farm house that sits ‘cross the street. They’ve worked on their house-it’s a labor of love, They put siding below and a new roof above. Inside has new closets and the living room’s fine, It’s filled with antiques-makes you step back in time. But the kitchen, my goodness, it’s hard on the eyes, It really detracts from their old farmhouse prize. So, Vicky is entering this contest you’re giving, To try to improve this one room where they’re living. Just turn to the pictures, and while you are looking Try to imagine my friend in there cooking. Don’t get me wrong, Vicky’s cooking is great, But while eating there’s not really room for your plate. Counter space? It is lacking; the cupboards don’t match. Where once stood a window, it’s now just a patch. The kitchen itself is not a bad size, It’s jus that its space is not organized. No place for appliances, cookbooks abound, And it seems as though stuff is just always around. If you agree they could use a redo, To make this old kitchen seem almost like new, Then just let us know, it’d be great if they’re winners- (And I just might profit from one or two dinners)