Mr Chef


Mr Chef

Words came pouring out of his jar
to mix the dough of knowledge

Self-study recipes piled on desk
spicing each line to suit a learner's taste

Every street corner possessed
by the aroma of his literary pies

Buyers queue up in patient lines
before any pie is baked

His delicious words in every plate
sweetest of all the wisdom pie
Booked by men who wear's a crown

Balls of dough rest over the night
responding to every climate change

Mr Chef so cherish his pie
And he has baked one to last like wine.

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