It's been said, a way to a mans heart,
is through his stomach. I guess, I'll
have to agree. Whenever I prepare
an excellent meal, a lot of accolades,
he gives to me. I have to admit, I really
enjoy cooking and therefore, do it very
well. It doesn't matter what I serve him,
he's always under a spell. I've never
heard not even one complaint, he says
thank you, after every meal. Now, that's
what I call lucky, for I've really got, a good
deal!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol. i thought it was funny and good.