His name was Mr Hamish MacTavish.
He was a Scot, and his taste was lavish.
Mr MacTavish wrote a posh cookery book
So all Cordon Bleu Chefs could try to cook,
A haggis!
Disana Magluto is our good cook
Who writes recipe in our kitchen nook
With some herbal condiments
Trying all things different
She will write her first fictional cookbook
June 4, 2022 8.23am
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I think that it's fantastic
When my wife start's to cook,
She gets out all her pots and pans
And MY brand new cookery book.
She starts to peel some potatoes
Then she gets some liquid out.
As I look on in wonder,
At what it's all about.
She then chops up the potatoes
And drops them in the pan.
I don't know what she is doing,
After all, I'm just a man.
At last she shouts it's ready,
She says she's made my tea.
She's sat there eating a takeaway,
And it's a plate of chips for me.
My wife said to me
She didn't feel well,
And if I don't mind, would I cook.
I told her to lay down
And have a good rest,
While I get my new cookery book.
So she went to lie down,
And I went for my book.
Oh what a surprise,
I was in luck.
Hiding behind my new cookery book
Was a menu from a good takeaway.
So I waited an hour,
Then sprinkled some flour,
Then ordered a pizza,that day!
I missed the meals mama used to cook
Her recipes were not in the cookery book
Mama was just more of a kitchen queen
She's the best cook we have ever seen
Mama's Fufu with Chicken soup was my best
The manner she cooked it was better than the rest
Her meals always nourished the spirit
As they filled the stomach every minute
After school she served us with spaghetti
Mama's garnish as elegant as bugatti
She'll serve with eggs and some salad dressing
It was a special kind of love, very impressing
Oh my gosh! Her meals saved me countless times
I cannot really explain that in poetic lines
Family dinner was a time of joy and conversation
A time of fellowship, laughter and celebrations
She sprinkled all her meals with goodness
And carefully spooned cinnamon for sweetness
Making dessert, bread and cakes for birthdays
Chicken sauce and pineapple drinks on holidays
Never was there a meal like her morning prayers
She'll spend early hours of her days in prayers
Her heart was full of love, peace and joy
She was our lamp, like a light in the city of Troy
Santa I want just one thing by our Christmas tree
please can you bring my dear mummy to me
I blow kisses to her star high in the night sky
and I try to be brave, but sometimes I cry
Daddy tries hard, but he’s not a good cook -
please could you leave him a cookery book.
Santa please please bring my mummy for me
She's the one thing that I really want to see
Love from Charlie
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12/27/17
She's making love to him as though he'll
pay her with love he would have given
her in the lost years.
She's baking a fruit cake she saw
in a cookery book. It's the best she's
ever made. She knows he likes it.
She's taking out the garbage. Usually
they sleep all Saturday mornings,
and assume the garbage people
will somehow open the locked
kitchen door, and take out the garbage.
Her suitcase is about to burst;
Her flight ticket is at her dressing table;
Her nails are well made and glossed;
Her taxi is about to reach the gate....
She's about to tell him "Goodbye" for good.....
My imaginary resturant is painted sky blue.
Please enter, let me entertain you.
There is soft music playing.
The kind I hope will get you swaying.
Each table has an ocean view.
Never booked out, always a few.
Smiling faces take your order.
The menu will include fresh lobster.
The house wines are oh so mellow.
Poured by a very handsome fellow.
The chef is Italian and sings as he cooks.
He has written a wonderful cookery book.
Wholesome goodness served with flair.
New dishes to try if you dare.
Delectable delights of delicious tarts.
Easy conversation before you part.
Linger over fresh ground coffee.
On paying the bill, offered a toffee.
How soon can we all dine again?
Let's meet you here next week my friends.
20/09/2016
If I want to spell a word I get my dictionary
Others use their I-phone
If I want to know the time I look at my watch
Others use their I-phone
If I want to send a message I get a pen and paper
Others use their I-phone
If I want to know a recipe I get my cookery book
Others use their I-phone
If I want to work out a sum I get my calculator
Others use their I-phone
If I want to know the weather I look out of the window
Others use their I-phone
If I want to listen to music I turn on my radio
Others use their I-phone
If I want to take a picture I use my camera
Others use their I-phone
If I need to look somewhere dark I use my torch
Others use their I-phone
If your I-phone gets lost then so are you,
How do you ever manage without it?
BUT if I get lost and need directions – I ask my husband
And he gets out HIS I-phone!
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