Chris Allen Poet Free verse

I Wish I Was a Bangladeshi Chef

I am handed a bottle of wine 
I am told it's French and then, well, that's it

I offer my son another mint
He'll one day discover mint sauce

I'm drinking yoghurt out of a glass
I'm annoyed at the hotel buffet

The fried eggs have all gone
The chef can't keep up 

I offer my services behind the counter
I hear the waiter changing his accent with different customers (again)

Love waffles
A bowl of stupid

Liquid breakfast
Eat my shorts

But there was man
Who wanted a statue of himself
In his hometown
On horseback
In the nude

Name a bus shelter after me

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