The Chef
The chef stands before his pot
With measured ingredients in their lot
The garlic and chilli tease
As the cooking meal looks to please
Practice now makes the dish
As the table set to a tasting wish
Pasta, chilli and mussels done with care
Is there a place for me for such a fare?
© Paul Warren Poetry
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
