From the Kitchen (Ottava Rima)

From the kitchen you fly, Hermes in your wake

Dishes stacked like art, ants in celebration

The dishwasher on a perpetual break

The sponge unclear regarding its vocation

Societies evolve from an old milk shake

The sink witnesses the birth of a nation

A gift, lovingly left for your Charlemagne

At last, a kingdom over which he can reign