The Michelin Cook Poem by Phil Soar

The Michelin Cook



He blended in with all his new surroundings
He was a cook of Michelin expertise
Until a rival chopped off all his fingers
And laid them out in rows in the deep freeze

Friday, October 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: fun
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