Cook

I’m the cook, I’m the cook, I’m the cook,
I cook in different ways,
It’ll be healthy, sweety, purity
People like foods, cooking in woods
My cooking is healthier,
It becomes them wealthier
I, do, different foods and delicacies 
With healthy, sweety, purity 
Though, I thought
Why don’t I’m a cheff
But, people said, “oh cook,
Become a cheff is tough”.
Then I do my work
I asks, Why are you eating an oily food? People says
Willy or nilly, we fill our belly
I say , don’t go as silly.

                                                                U.S.AURROBINDHAN
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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