Sapphire Gets Promoted To Head Cook
Her jittery tattoo jiggled as the jagged queen walked to the kitchen.
To what degree are things amiss? She asked the eccentric cook.
The barley beer is bitter, the chef replied. He was always ’n.
What is that kooky bug zapper doing in here? Queen gave him a look.
Sapphire put it in he said, affixing blame on his assistant cook.
Upon her return, Sapphire challenged his assertion and he turned yellow.
She shared her hot apple turnovers and was promoted to head cook.
Waffles are my specialty she said as they led out the disgruntled fellow.
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