I thought that I'd try an experiment with ChatGPT. The request was: Write a poem about Grandma's kitchen, using any style, with 12 to 32 lines. After about a second, this is the result:
In Grandma's kitchen, a timeless embrace,
A haven of warmth, a comforting space.
The aroma of cinnamon, secrets in the air,
Memories seasoned with love, everywhere.

Creaky wooden floors, a dance of the past,
Antique pots and pans, their stories cast.
Apron-clad wisdom, in her gentle gaze,
Measuring joy in teaspoons, in those bygone days.

Tea cozies and teapots, a symphony of clinks,
Recipe cards whispering, inked in faded pinks.
Dappled sunlight through lace curtains cascade,
As the ticking clock marks moments gently laid.

Apricots in jars, preserves neatly arrayed,
A quilt of memories, each thread well laid.
Chubby hands kneading dough, laughter ensues,
In the alchemy of flavors, love brews.

Chipped porcelain cups, tales etched in dents,
Anecdotes exchanged with aromatic scents.
Lingered warmth of freshly baked pies,
Grandma's kitchen, where time never flies.

Her chair, a throne, worn with stories untold,
In this culinary haven, hearts unfold.
Through the tapestry of years, a legacy spun,
Grandma's kitchen, where love is always done.