In the kitchen's dance, amidst pots and pan,
Lily, with hopeful eyes, takes her stand.
Patiently she waits, her tail a gentle wag,
For the culinary treasure, her eager nose to tag.
As aromas fill the air, enticing and divine,
Her anticipation grows, a hunger so benign.
With each chop and sizzle, her attention keen,
For the moment of delight, when food shall intervene.
Her loyalty unwavering, by my side she stays,
In the symphony of cooking, in our culinary maze.
With a gentle nudge, she reminds me of her plea,
To drop a morsel or two, for her jubilant glee.
Oh, Lily, faithful friend, with eyes so bright,
In this kitchen realm, your presence is a delight.
For in the midst of chaos, you bring joy so pure,
Waiting for those moments when I drop a culinary lure.
