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Feb 2018
I worked in a kitchen
a long time ago
I started with the dishes
worked up to kneading dough

nothing was ever labeled
and everything was in bulk
had to  get out product
no time to stand and sulk

the chef was always yelling
and putting everyone down
he'd say if you can't keep up
Why do I need you around

the recipe called for a cup
we had no measuring tools
if you don't know how much you need
go back to the dishes and fools

a cup is the size of your fist
I don't know why you got hired
so I made a fist and pondered
and now you know why I got fired
Written by
Hans Peter
171
   Khaliyah Keedah
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