She Almost Cooked Poem by Phil Soar
She Almost Cooked
She catered for her lord and master
But cooking was a burnt disaster
She didn't have her job that long
As all her recipes went wrong
She measured the ingredients
But not with proper scales
She used her hands and guessed the weight
That's why her cooking fails
They tried to tell her quietly
That she just couldn't cook
But she drank their wine most of the time
And couldn't give a F**K
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