Sing Hey! For the Kitchen Minions

Written for co-workers at a busy coffee pub I worked at. This for all of those who work in the kitchens and receive little to no thanks!

Sing Hey! For the Kitchen Minions
(and for those with the nameless moniker)

 

Here’s a little song, to the unknown workers,
bent-backed, hands a blur, whirling round'n'round
in a hot as hellfire place.

Here’s a little song, ho! Forth, nameless slave!
Who never sees the light of day, stoking the bonfires
of toasters and microwaves.

This is merely a [little] song to the ones who have fallen on the way -
Yes, those victims of disgruntlement and greed
now gone to a brighter day.

For them let us have silence.

……………………

Let us end this little song, with a toast - chock full of bliss -
for those whose hands continue to work at the speed of bullets:
To all of you, a kiss!

Author's Note

Did it make sense? Was it funny?

Reviews

[Jaeda]

I did think it was funny. And yeah, it made sense. Gold star on the chart for you!