The Different Types of Poems

Don't Go Into the Kitchen (Simile Poem)

I walk into the kitchen and see bowls and spoons lying everywhere,

Flour and egg shells caked the floor like millions of birds crowding the air.

I smelt a burning smell directed at the microwave,

I hope and pray she hasn't she been brave,

And made some brownies that are like ash.

Realised they weren't good and made a quick dash.

Once again, the hard work is left to me,

Knowing that this is my house so I can't flee.

She walks back in, white from flour like someone has seen a ghost.

I just hope and pray that I have the self-control to not make her a human roast.

"Try my brownies," she implied.

To which I just mentally cry.

She can't cook nor can she bake,

Her brownies and cakes taste like a big mistake.

She went to the microwave and pulled out some grey lumps,

Just piles of crisp ingredients wasted and dished like they're prepared for the dump.

I held some flakes in the palm of my hand,

Prepared myself for the taste of the burnt brownies the were most definitely bland.

I prayed to anyone I knew,

My mother, the Lord above and some old random ewe.

I held the once delicious treats to my mouth,

Opened the gap and prayed the burnt ash will go quickly South.

I swallowed the grain like substance and definitely gagged,

The work to clean up would take forever, the thought made me mad.

Don't let her near the kitchen or any cooking tools.

You'll die from the food or the groups of food on the floor, they looked like pools.