No Spice In My Rice Poem by Ojedokun Olajide

I still uneasily and unceasingly wonder
Why most females, beautiful and un-beautiful commit blunder
Whenever in the kitchen (or wherever) they cook
Not even after they might have visited the recipe book.

The lady I call my girl is just too lazy
Friends and well-wishers believe she's just a bit crazy
Since with all the available spice
She couldn't make decent rice.

Every of her meal is a coup
It's a pity; she couldn't make the cheapest soup
And to cover up her unpalatable blunder
She always place the blame on another.

So, always with a gentle and humble heart
I plead with her to step up her cooking art
That a dark, probably white beautiful cooking ace
Might not out of carelessness take her rightful place.