Julia Poem by Ima Ryma

Julia Child made French cuisine
For all a common sense food fun.
Charm cheffing forth on page and screen,
Taste medium, rare and well done.
'Twas my proud privilege to serve
This lovely lady in pursuit
Of cooking the perfect hor d'oeurve
In boiling waters - what a beaut!
Scene opened and camera zoomed,
Capturing the delicacy.
Into view the grand lady loomed,
And with her tweezers, she grabbed me.

I knew she meant it as a joke,
Calling me a bad artichoke.