Short Chef Poems
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The man boiled his manifesto
with dry red pepper and ginger
those who taste it, young and old
shade tears of wit at table
The pastry chef made some cuisine
Then he had to use the latrine
He played in his pants
He wanted a chance
Then fell into the mixing machine
He, who once would try to strip
the life from Dantes, who sailed a ship,
will be up to his eyes in boiling Crisco
fried by the Chef of Monte Cristo.
There was a woman named Beth
Who said she was a accomplished Chef
But she burned the food
It looked like glue
And the dog refused to eat what’s left
The pastry chef made some cuisine
Then he went to use the latrine
He played in his pants
Which was covered with ants
Then fell into the mixing machine
"Royal chef, you must create,
something grand to put on my plate."
So said the hungry king.
His alchemist chef would bring
a marvelous lasagnanate.
The pastry chef
Bakes cakes and breads
Took a nap, burnt them
8/29/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
a chef cordon bleu
black and white fish on the plate
other fish to fry
I ate today
not much
but enough
to taste the poison
of my narcissist
a recipe that
is always force fed
my beauty in
starvation
derived from evil
The Angry Chef
A seafood chef near the golden gate
Is constantly mean and irate
Punching the trout
Kicking carp all about
Blaming fish for their sorry fate
she said she
couldn't cook
but sent me
a video clip
of her dancing
with a split
legged dress
almost revealing
no panties
then something on
my back burner
started to boil
Form:
Boyish giggles on an angelic face
Leaping boundries through time and space
Ask me forever and I'll give you a day
Zealots confined to never change
Effulgently ablaze through racing time
Cathie and I live with my youngest son Scott
A Master Chef is he though his profession is not
A computer guru
Is what he do
A VP for medical ad agency, a future hot spot
There once was a bad chef called Phyl
His cooking made customers ill
It sure was the pits
They all got the squits
So none of them would pay their bill
03~29~17
Once was this famous chef named Nancy
Guys were always trying to get into her pantry
But her salt and pepper
Caused many sneezing peckers
Most meals were deemed unsatisfactory
There once lived a local chef named Harris
Claimed he trained at a school in Paris
That he makes fine dishes
Harris had grand wishes
He couldn't boil water; married an heiress
The special Mexican-American Japanese Wasabi chef
“It’s my first day on the job
pretty good for a first time, eh?”
…
“Well, not really his first day”
Hah! He had us all fooled!
He deserves a big tip!
Chef dog stoked the heat in the kitchen every morn.
He was the best chef in Milwaukee who had ever been born.
He made chicken biscuits, sausage waffles and roadkill stew.
I have always wanted to eat there, wouldn’t you?
A chef fried sausages so well
The aroma confused him
So he sat on his bed
And made decision;
“I will push these sausages
one in my nose”
the other in my mouth
so that I can smell
and enjoy it for ever
quietly alone.”
Me, I love to cook.
It makes me feel good.
I share my own skill.
Each time that I do.
It gives me such joy.
It may sound odd.
I try each time.
To cook for you.
Fills me with hope.
I do try.
When I do.
To give all.
Make it.
One thing
Burst
They've named a new dish of pasta and noodles
After my wannabe chef, makes dough by the oodles
They call it “la scotta”
To try it ya oughtta
Puts hair on your chest and makes you bug out your pupils!!!
© Jack Ellison 2015
The specialty chef he sure kindles knives.
He flips all the shrimp and shreds the chives.
The blaze from the heat
cuts all from their seats.
The customers split as he s-pares their lives.
1/3/2019
Joseph May’s Limerick Contest
I had biscuits and gravy and my fried potatoes
Were salty and wavy
Baked beans and midnight dreams
And a cabbage salad made with malice
And poison boysenberry pie
Murderous chef ?
10/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Chef rabbit’s specialty was lovely, marvelous cabbage-carrot stew.
One year there was a drought, and he did not know what to do.
No cabbage anywhere around, okay, maybe he could scrounge up two.
He substituted lettuce, and it was tastier, on a scale, twenty-two.
Chef rabbit’s specialty was lovely, marvelous cabbage-carrot stew.
One year there was a drought, and he did not know what to do.
No cabbage anywhere around, okay, maybe he could scrounge up two.
He substituted lettuce, and it was tastier, on a scale, twenty-two.