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