Delicious Great Cook

DELICIOUS GREAT COOK. Poetry soup, I fell into these lettered Pool You serve me food with A sliver spoon Under your gaijantic crystal Roof Here is the symbol of Your golden boot. Accept my tune On behalf of numerous Flutes You are groomed to duplicate The truth In lyrical mood. I congratulate your Healthy tooth With no two nor infected With flu. Poetry soup, These full moon Beside the junction Of poets room, Your brain recognize Good, Here is my salute These afternoon, Composing on a Wooden stool Painted with sky Blue. The tongue makes the great cook as you teast and recommend every perfect food. Your spice is forever bright Continue to shine Forgetting the night, I was informed you Live in the sky. AKEWUSOLA HABIB.