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A Cook

They had a cook with them who stood alone For boiling chicken with a marrow-bone, Sharp flavouring powder and a spice for savour. He could distinguish London ale by flavour, And he could roast and boil and seethe and fry, Make good thick soup and bake a tasty pie... As for blancmange, he made it with the best.

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A wonderful, meaningful poem. Well done!
This is a really great poem in the fact that YOU are talking to your own heart. I haven't seen anyone use that angle before. Very sweet piece. Sheila
How nice...it really seems like you were having a conversation with yourself and have penned down each thought that crossed your mind...