<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384435" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Grandmamma's Kitchen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In grandmamma's kitchen, things got in a riot-<br>The cream in a pot on the shelf,<br>Where everything always seemed peaceful and quiet,<br>Got whipped, for I heard it myself.<br>And grandmamma said-such a queer thing to say,<br>That it made some things better to whip them that way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Some bold naughty eggs that refused to be eaten,<br>On toast with their brothers may be,<br>Were stripped of their clothing and cruelly beaten<br>Right where all the dishes could see.<br>And grandmamma said though the poor things might ache,<br>The harder the beating, the lighter the cake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The bright golden butter was petted and patted<br>And coaxed to be shapely and good.<br>But it finally had to be taken and spatted<br>Right hard with a paddle of wood.<br>When grandmamma carried the round balls away,<br>The buttermilk sulked, and looked sour all day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The water declared that the coffee was muddy,<br>But an egg settled that little fuss.<br>Then the steak and the gridiron got in a bloody<br>And terrible broil! Such a muss!<br>And a flat-iron spat at grandma in the face,<br>And I ran away from the quarrelsome place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384435" data-title="In Grandmamma's Kitchen de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="In grandmamma's kitchen, things got in a riot- The cream in a pot on the shelf, Where everything always seemed peaceful and quiet, Got whipped, for I heard it myself. And grandmamma said-such a queer thing to say, That it made some things better t..."></div> </div> </div>

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