Mum called me into the kitchen
Thus, my nightmare began
Cooking was one thing
Off which, I had kept my hands!!
“Here, chop these onions,
& Cut the potatoes square";
As mum gave the orders
The knife stared saying “Beware”
With a scowl on my face
I picked up the damn knife,
What luck! Wasn’t anything else,
Left in life??
Unwillingly I did the whole job
Barely saving my thumb, once or twice
But wait, the ordeal wasn’t over
I still had to cook the rice.
The stove looked sinister too
So I eyed it cautiously
How I hated this business
Words won't express that properly.
I was at wits end
Till all cooking was done,
“Eating is much easier,” I thought
while cooking isn’t half the fun!!!”
7 comments:
....a good humorous,scarstic poem about a cooking ordeal :) .Though I can cook after moving for work away from the family .,..it's actually quite a similar feeling the first time ..though for me I didn't have a tutor just pure instincts ..
cheers !
me too :)
dont wanna cook anything, but love to eat :)
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 Mom does the cooking,
Her meals are of the best.
She cooks with great zest.
The kitchen is again clean,
I feel somehow very mean!!
*smiles*
cooking... aah i love cooking.. especially on treks...Noone to complain eh??!!
:p :p
@gaargi...that was a gud one!!
you should try your hand at limericks!
Entertaining post.
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http://milliondollarexpressions.blogspot.com/
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