A Kitchen Story

One fine day, the cooker spoke to the pan,

Why do you always come in a set, like a clan?

The pan said, boasting, my family is accommodating,

Little or a full meal, you have options for cooking.

The pan smirked, and asked the cooker,

Why do you whistle so loud?

Is it for attention, or just to pull the crowd?

The cooker baffled and replied, cooking and me are a made in heaven match,

For I don't waste time in Sauté and blanch.

Listening to this conversation, the spatula said,

You both are incomplete, till I put in my head.

Into the pan and into the cooker,

stirring the vegetables or the sugar.

Disrupting the conversation, I enter the kitchen.

I whispered, I am sorry to interrupt the tales of glory,

I need to cook now, to keep things hunky dory.

Boil the potatoes in the cooker, and fry them in the pan,

There's no time to listen, from where the fight began.

After the meal was ready, all three met in the kitchen sink,

Tired they were, they began to think.

Why do we even argue, and why worry,

Isn't this a very usual kitchen story?