Ode to a Kitchenaid Mixer

Oh Kitchenaid mixer, I would love you so

I would use you on high, and I would use you on low

I would whip up some treats for all my friends and neighbors

Cakes of any shape and size, cookies of every flavor

Black and Decker hand mixer, you’ve done your job well

You’re a mixer that I cherish, one that I will never sell

Kitchenaid, I’d like you in tangerine or paprika

Maybe we could live together someday in Topeka.

Mom says I’m not old enough for that type of commitment

But you would work well all the time, not just intermittent.

Why should we be kept apart, when we’re so in love?

Sometimes I suspect this match was made in Heaven up above.

I hope that we shall meet up soon, what magic we would make.

Perhaps that’s why our love’s forbidden, it’s too much for the world to take.

Love,

R