(January 17, 1914 – August 28, 1993 / Kansas)

Cooking.

Once I fried a fish,

That was a tasty dish.

I tried my hand at meat,

It turned out a real treat.

I decided to be a cook,

And bought myself a book.

I mixed some ingredients for a cake,

Put it in the oven to bake.

It turned out really well,

I was under a magic spell.

I cooked some vegetables in a pot,

I served them piping hot.

My cooking was a great success

Alas my kitchen in a terrible mess.

Now my wife does the cooking,

Her meals are of the best.

She cooks with great zest.

The kitchen is again clean,

I feel somehow very mean.

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" Northwhitehead waits amidst research papers on energy & military recruitment posters" or the alternative- a ritual to read to each other.The choice is ours
" Northwhitehead waits amidst research papers on energy & military recruitment posters" or the alternative- a ritual to read to each other. the choice is ours
Robert Herrick
the person reading these poems doesn't do justice to these beautiful poems- her voice is without expression or modulation. Please............
the auditory version of this poem is abysmal. it lacks all depth feeling and if it is a person she should be banned and if a computer just drop the idea. it is ridiculous and abhorrent.
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