Chef's Secret Poem by Ted L Glines

Chef's Secret
by Ted L Glines

At the place where I work,
a hotel of repute,
owned by India folks,
here's a tale quite cute.
Every morning comes the order
from the owner's spouse,
for a grape jelly sandwich,
my special of the house.
I'm the only one can make it,
she knows that this is true,
it's an old Shaman secret
but I'll whisper it to you.
Take the slices of bread,
slice the crusts off quick,
then spread on the jelly,
spread it nice and thick.
The secret's in the jelly,
as you will swiftly see,
I snag it in the packets
from the local Mickey-Dee.
I am humble in my fame,
for my culinary art;
I'd never spoil her illusion,
I wouldn't have the heart.