Let's Have Time to Fondle
Being a tomato-knife
I don't play the piano
Like my clever little wife
When I travel P&O
She it was who sank our yacht
Whilst in a drunken stupour
I mailed her to an ocelot
The little mushroom-scooper
In the kitchen, once again
My chopping life resumes
The tragic fate of other men
Resounds through empty rooms
Chef's mind wanders. Here's my chance!
Cartilage and finger
Cut, chef does a little dance
Whilst my disgust does linger
Contributors: | Roland, fester, Apsley, loaf, P. |
Poem finished: | 22nd November 2001. |