He Don'T Know Jack
I signed up for beginner lessons at a gourmet cooking school
Everything was going well at first; the chef was pretty cool
Aroma of well-seasoned chicken parmesan made me drool
But that was before the dramatic entrance of a silly fool
Smilin' like the Cheshire Cat, his name was Dulydunnylac
He went stridin' around the kitchen, callin' everyone, 'Jack.'
We were dressed in white, but Duly said he only wears black
Chef said, "Not here, you won't, and don't think of talking back."
Duly mumbled as he made pasta, but I ignored his chit chat
He made a dish with ginger; called it 'Gineramacolgeepat'
The chef sniffed it before he took a bite, and then he spat
No words spoken, but their eyes locked in scornful combat
I created a dish in Duly's honor, and named it 'Egernomenality'
which translated into, "Duly is eager but has no mentality"
He took a bunch of swings at me with enthusiasm and vitality
so I had him arrested and he'll appear in court for an illegality
The whole class graduated, 'cept for Duly, that big surly fella
We made spicy Florinella pizza, loaded with extra mozzarella
but some classmates were turning the shade of yucky yella
One by one we were hospitalized, suffering from salmonella
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2018
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