.6. Deaf Chef Poem by David Threadgold

I think of myself
As a bit of a chef
Not always the best
Being a little bit deaf

Sometimes my creations
Have been somewhat strange
When simple ingredients
Just happen to change

My wife is so helpful
She’ll call out the mix
But sometimes my hearing
Can play dirty tricks

I made a cream sponge
She said don’t forget jam
But my own creation
A cream sponge with ham

On Sunday roast sirloin
Wife said glaze with mustard
The beef was so sweet
Set in thick yellow custard

We learned how to sign
With a course that needs mailing
But that proved no use
Cos my eyesight’s now failing


© 2008 David Threadgold
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