Kitchen's Rules Poem by Ragy Sandid

Tired of the expression
If it's too hot, get out of the kitchen
We're all in the kitchen
Cooking and bitchin'

Master chef orders it
The rest just follow
He knows how to get it done
The rest are just hollow

Once the dish is done
The blame is on the staff
They messed it up
Order is for one, blame is in half

If the taste is bad
The bad is with the receiver
The kitchen works hard
Taste is just a grand deceiver

Once the tired master retires
He gives it over the closest
He who heard the stories by the fires
Sent the greeting cards at the outset

So many cook with ideas
And so few ideas make the dish
That's because ideas simmer
Like a fantasy awaits the wish

And so the master plan is to cook
While others await the favour
So much bad taste we took
In the hope of a dream's flavour