Kitchen Monologue

Kitchen Monologue

Day 15: write your own dramatic monologue. It doesn’t have to be quite as serious as Browning or Shakespeare, but try to create a sort of specific voice or character that can act as the “speaker” of your poem, and that could be acted by someone reciting the poem.

 Crickey! Rather daunting. But then this popped out! 
Come in, love, find a seat, 
Don't mind the mess! 
We're in the middle of doing up the kitchen,
Always worse before it gets better!
It's taken much longer than I thought, mind,
First one thing,  then another.
Who'd've guessed there'd be so much mould!
Black it was, behind all the cupboards
Must've been there for years,
Used up a bottle of that bleach spray
Getting it clean again. 
Disgusting. 
Marvellous!
The different kinds of specialist paint 
You can get nowadays,
We went to Bailey paints -
Up round by Stroud
On the Bath road - d'you know it? 
All sorts in there. 
Stuff I've never heard of! 
Like an Aladdin's cave it was 
Got lost amongst the aisles. 
Now,  d'you fancy a cuppa? 
I'll put the kettle on. 

 Where was I?
Oh yes,  the mould.
Well,  once I'd sorted that,  there was the cracks
Like a spider's web it was, 
All up the back wall. 
They all needed filling. 
Took days to get smooth again. 
Then he said,  if we're spending all this time on the walls
We'd better do the floor. 
Crickey! 
But I'm never one to knock back
A chance like that. 
So up came the lino.
Horrible underneath it was
Gaudy tiles,  covered in muck. 
I'm not having that I said
In no uncertain terms. 
So then off we went again to B&Q 
Nearly live there now,  we do. 
Should have shares in them!
We got some lovely laminate
Knocked down in the sale, it was 
But good stuff, you'd never think it was cheap. 
Transformed the kitchen. 
Course,  it's meant the cupboards aren't done yet. 
Forgotten what it's like to have a normal house
I've been upside down for so long.  Months!
Want a biscuit with that? 




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