Guy Chaifetz Poet Rhyme

I'M Just the Chef

(Commentary on a husband and wife relationship)

No one sees me, I’m in the back.
Cutting up the food for this evening’s snack.
Working my ass off every single day.
Then end up here, with not a dimes pay.

Every night’s the same, never any help.
Everybody wants to eat, at Johnny they yelp.
Is dinner ready yet, it’s getting close to eight.
My show is on at nine, don’t want to be late.

Some people may think it’s great to be chef.
I’ve heard enough of that, I’d rather be deaf.
But on and on I continue this confusing plight.
So everyone can have their evening’s delight.

One of these nights, I swear I’m going to quit.
And whoever wants to eat will probably throw a fit.
But when that day comes, everything will change.
I won’t be chef, I’ll have another name.

©2012 Guy Chaifetz

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Carol Eastman October 11, 2012 at 7:55 PM Interesting write about an unusual problem. I'm not much of a cook. My Hubby cooks and I do the yard work and grocery shopping. Some times we trade off. Have them take you out to dinner once in a while. Guy Chaifetz October 12, 2012 at 7:49 AM This is a story about my brother and sister-in-law. My brother works all day as a construction scheduler and then has to make dinner EVERY night. My sister-in-law sits on the sofa as he serves her every whim. One night I heard him mumbling in the kitchen about having to make dinner. Hence, the inspiration for the poem.

Joann Grisetti October 11, 2012 at 5:31 PM I guess it would be difficult to work all day as a chef and come home to cook more. But then, i do not like to cook and only do it to feed my family. I try to lokk at it as a gift I can give them. Good use fo rhyme. Guy Chaifetz October 11, 2012 at 5:41 PM My brother is a construction scheduler. His wife never cooks. That's the irony. This is mainly a personal poem.