So called Chef
How much time do I have left?
The mouth was waiting for food to eat
The eyes said it had to retreat
No one knew what was cooked
All one had to do was take a look
The mouth wanted a food taste, the stomach wanted to take away
This was the stomach’s getaway
The mouth seriously wanted to try
The stomach said, “Do you want to die”?
The Chef cooked a full course meal
The eyes saw and said, “Is this Chef for real”?
The stomach formed its own seal
The mouth said the food couldn’t be that bad
Want a bet?
The meat was tough
The Vegetables were fresh
The thought of the matter was don’t eat
Running out of excuses, but didn’t want to insult the Chef
There were no excuses left
Suddenly an outburst, let me go and get a friend
Pepto Bismol to the rescue and relief at the end.