Mar 2014
Amongst an array of dusty old recipe books
And a micellany of utensils
Stood a thin silhouette
Of the Sleepy Old Man.
Conducting a show
Of his culinary orchestra
Stirring,Blanching
Baking,Frying
Seasoning and Tasting
With that grace
Like a ballerina
Dancing
As he prepares the glaze.
He packs the orders
Takes another 10
And tosses a biscuit to a dog.
Writes a message
At the back of the bill
While drinking Chocolate Eggnog
A smile
Always a smile
He wears as his armour
Leading
A Red Army
Delivering not only food
But also a message to mankind
Feeding not only their mouths
But also their mind.
And a micellany of utensils
Stood a thin silhouette
Of the Sleepy Old Man.
Conducting a show
Of his culinary orchestra
Stirring,Blanching
Baking,Frying
Seasoning and Tasting
With that grace
Like a ballerina
Dancing
As he prepares the glaze.
He packs the orders
Takes another 10
And tosses a biscuit to a dog.
Writes a message
At the back of the bill
While drinking Chocolate Eggnog
A smile
Always a smile
He wears as his armour
Leading
A Red Army
Delivering not only food
But also a message to mankind
Feeding not only their mouths
But also their mind.
March 29,2014.
This poem is inspired by a restaurant owner,who's old and very kind.
He feeds dogs around his shop and also happens to deliver on his own.At times he writes small messages and sends along with the food.
How cool is that!
This poem is inspired by a restaurant owner,who's old and very kind.
He feeds dogs around his shop and also happens to deliver on his own.At times he writes small messages and sends along with the food.
How cool is that!
