An Inkling of Poetry: The Retort of An Angry Cook

Kiss Your...... Kiss your Trans-mogrification good bye You might as well kiss your Oaths By and by

The Retort of An Angry Cook: Men with such Waist Bands The lid off the tin of cabbage has been lifted The farmer's wife has said she was thrift-ed I suppose you now want carrot soup For lunch You are hungry for a variety Tis my hunch Now grow your own Go sow your own The horticulturist sings Whose wife's Whose soup Who's tongue still stings A stitch in the Seamstress daughter's hand Would enlarge a sudden And tightened; fattened Waistband It gladdens my heart so To see you say you love me so But how be it I cannot ask a favour Without a laden Spoon Upon an earthen ware Frothing with one of your favourite flavours A tick for tact Your Grumpa's sneer Of whose grumpy advances I must also be wary I fear this triangular Relationship Shall task my angst And manage-ship And therefore I must let You learn That not all chores, not all deeds Not all works, Not all earn But such is the endeavour With which you can