Tragedy may await
Soon on my Plate
As I cook something new
could end up goo
I have instinct, good taste
Nothing I make goes to waste
I have trust in my cooking
but today is a first
Its not beef stroganoff
I put in chicken
thinking why not?
I've got no beef to toss in my ***
Where I went wrong
or horribly right
was when I added the spinach artichoke dip
I made last night!
Its green as a toad!
As I have not yet eaten
Thou not scared to take my first bite
I must remember to brush my teeth when I am done eating
or I will be a grinning spinach sight!
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 6:38 PM UTC
Tragedy may await
Soon on my Plate
As I cook something new
could end up goo
I have instinct, good taste
Nothing I make goes to waste
I have trust in my cooking
but today is a first
Its not beef stroganoff
I put in chicken
thinking why not?
I've got no beef to toss in my ***
Where I went wrong
or horribly right
was when I added the spinach artichoke dip
I made last night!
Its green as a toad!
As I have not yet eaten
Thou not scared to take my first bite
I must remember to brush my teeth when I am done eating
or I will be a grinning spinach sight!
I am cooking something new! It turned out pretty edible!
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