My Poetic Chef
There's a chef in my mind
That does all the cooking
Mixing words into rhyme
Brings home the bacon
Changes up recipes
Stirring freely
In and out of the pan
With poetic ease
If it's not to his taste
He spices it up
Broiled, fried, or baked
Poems served up for lunch
It's like he's on a mission
Always in my kitchen
Trying new recipes out
On whoever will listen
The chef in my mind
That does all the cooking
Mixing words into rhyme
Brings home the bacon
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