Culinary Offense
"You shouldn't cook that!"
I heard them all say.
"Why, that's only served
on Christmas Day!"
"You shouldn't bake that,
Something else you must cook.
Our husbands will know
and how will that look?"
"It's fourth of July
No time for that dish.
These rules can't be broken
please honor our wish!"
But I pay no heed
to wives' rambling tricks.
My taste buds cry out
for sage and bread mix.
No husband have I
to eat what I make.
So why should I care
whatever I bake?
There is no set rule
No government law!
I just crave dressing
with turkey. That's all.
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