another work poem

This poem was written after editing the last. This poem is not about a particular kitchen, but rather kitchens in general. I put it together with a lot of rhyming, but no end rhyme, which was kind of fun.
in the fray- kitchen day
This poor room needs a broom and a mop
for to sop all the mess. My best guess?
Mister sly did not try once to clean,
that's soon seen (sooner smelt, even felt)
What a guy- me, oh my. Not too nice,
he spilled rice. He left grit, is that spit?
With cookie crumbs, jam of plum, sticky goo,
kitty poo, slime of lime, so much grime!
Now to zoom round the room. Once we clean,
it will gleam. No more stye, by and by.