The
cook in the house
Every
chore has been done
Now
the smell of pots and pans
The
clicking sound in the air
The
windows open
The
exhaust fan rotates air
The
bluesy lights come
The
songs begin to ring
The
sun takes a peep
Sending
its rays of light
Dancing
on the walls
“Hey
what's the menu?”
The
sun shines its rays
The
cook begins to dance
The
hands and fingers begin
The
menu in the head
The
rock of fire
Burning
high to the ceiling
The
sun retreats back
The
cook strums the way
There
is no menu
So
say your grace
Enjoy
the delicious food
Be
thankful life is still good
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