One Chef Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It just takes one chef.
Known and picked to select,
The best ingredients to get...
To stir in a pot.
That makes delicious,
Although piping hot.
What the serving of this brew...
Can do to those,
Incapable to refuse.
More of it to devour.
If this is what they choose.

It takes just one chef.
Just one.
Left alone in a kitchen.
Known to have the expertise,
Where to go.
And from whom to get,
More if it is required...
Other ingredients needed.
To produce the best effect.
Done and determined to leave,
Invited guests...
To spread the word,
Of what they ate.
Licking clean their plates.
Without knowing what it was,
They found so delicious.
Done without it to implicate,
The chef that stirred up.
And created the brew!
Leaving to feel,
Whatever they do...
Has met the approval,
Of the chef left not to suspect...
To have stirred that pot.
So hot to leave them feeling,
Compassionate heat seekers!

Seeking not to chill out.
But stirred up.
With a passion.
As if they too,
Were not invited guests.
But owners of the kitchen!