Oh, heart of the kitchen, a furnace of might,
You warm us with comfort, both morning and night.
Your metal embrace, a haven so deep,
Transforms raw ingredients, secrets you keep.
From crusty bread, golden and browned,
To tender roast chicken, with flavors profound.
You bake us sweet pastries, with sugar and spice,
And melt gooey cheeses, a culinary vice.
You hum with contentment, a gentle low drone,
As you work tirelessly, never alone.
Your dials and your buttons, a symphony play,
Guiding the process, each step of the way.
So thank you, dear oven, for all that you do,
For nurturing meals, both savory and new.
Your warmth and your power, a blessing untold,
In your fiery embrace, stories are told.
I stand in the corner, a giant of steel,
My heart a hot furnace, my purpose to feel.
The touch of the flame, the whisper of heat,
I bake and I brown, until meals are complete.
But oh, how I yearn for a moment of peace,
To rest from the baking, the cooking, the cease.
To cool down and slumber, my circuits to ease,
From the constant demands, the relentless appease.
I long for the silence, the stillness, the calm,
To escape from the kitchen, the clatter and squall.
To be more than a servant, a tool for the cook,
To be something more, to have a life, to look...
Beyond the hot oven, the burning inside,
To a world of my own, where dreams reside.
Hush, little ones, the fire is low,
The dough is rising, slow and slow.
The scent of sweetness, a gentle perfume,
Spreads through the kitchen, dispelling the gloom.
I watch you all sleep, while I stand guard,
A silent guardian, always prepared.
To transform your dreams into edible art,
A delicious magic, that fills every heart.
So rest now, dear children, let worries subside,
The oven will keep you, safe and warm inside.
For in its embrace, comfort you'll find,
A culinary haven, for body and mind.