90th Dish Poem by Wamii Flyer

Tomatoes, onions, and cabbages
Boiling together
In my favorite pot
Bubble carrying the flavor
Pops left and right

Shining blue mint
Sitting quietly
On top of my specialty
Sizzling and crisp
Boar meat

Each dish made with talent
Packed with love
And served under intense care
My my, little witch chef
You're so great

''My God, I started talking to myself. After the 90th dish, I've gone insane. I really should leave my hut.''