What's on my mind

The kitchen

A weird poem that I came up with
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The pots lifted and cooked me some dinner,
The stove twisted and turned it to simmer,
The chairs all set up the table,
The dishes they danced and they read me the label,
The chandelier swayed as it listened to music,
The dishes they danced and they put on a tunic,
The spoons and the knives they all played with the cat,
The refrigerator said,"well what happened to jack."
The table then said,"I think he's inside the rat."
The cheese they all wept for jack was their friend,
They all played together even saved him from cheddar,
He was eaten by the trash can and gurgled by the sink,
I think I hate the color pink,
Inside the kitchen that's where we all were,
It's where we cooked dinner with the pots and the stove.