Holy Cook - Poem by Douglas Scotney
On a ship with a holy cook
some of the crew
take extra care of his safety,
for his disdain for life
and his value to them.
He takes even less,
for their extra care;
some of the some take even more,
some of them take the same,
and some of the others start to take some.
The ship falls into neglect.
With a holy cook
you're asking for a trip to be wrecked.
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