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A funny little poem about my fear of cooking. |
| A place to stand and contemplate The art of Cooking - which I hate; A chicken charring in the oven, Veg in pot (Shakespeare's coven - Hubble, bubble, boil to rubble) My diners are indeed in trouble, Catastrophe for me to bake Victoria sponge or fairy cake, I offer up my toilings, but They've all gone off to Pizza Hut! |