A big, silver instrument

Occupies the kitchen counter in amusement

The stand mixer; head tilted down

Like a sewing machine; making no sound

Lifting up the head, you can see a circular space

A circular space, for putting in a bowl that makes

Delicious food!

I inject the shiny, gray bowl 

In the space; turning it, though

To make sure it’s locked rigidly

So it won’t fall out unexpectedly

The stand mixer also has a handle

Marking “Lock” or “Unlock”; isn’t much of a scandal

Once the batter, chocolate and peanut butter, is placed

Into the bowl; the stand mixer raced

Against time; slicing and stirring

It’s sharp, metallic blades whirling!

At a velocity depending on the numbered power

Higher speeds don’t make the batter sour

Yet, have to be carefully maintained

The batter now seems complete

I must hurry now; to turn it into something I can eat!