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To the Moderns

The day arrived when I could start

To build the kitchen of my heart

So many years I'd thought and schemed

Read 'House Beautiful' and dreamed.

Copper pots upon a wall

Inside Bar-be-que and all

Blazing hearth for popping corn

Rare wood paneling brought 'round the horn.

Old used bricks, twice reclaimed,

Set in the floor, and then the famed

Prints upon the wall of Currier and Ives

Above little pots of cultured chives

Cafe curtains of imported homespun,

Over the fireplace a Civil War gun

[Purchased in an antique store]

Braided rugs upon the floor

Guests view my kitchen with envious eye

And decide that when, and if, they buy

They'll duplicate the atmosphere

Of a lovely kitchen from yesteryear

What they don't know, and I'm not saying--

Decorating is mostly playing

And I'm weary of this homey scene,

'Cause, DARN IT ALL, I CAN'T KEEP IT CLEAN.

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