The Chef Poem by Phil Soar

The Chef



He took away the menu,
As I ordered my hors d'oeuvre
It smacked of a poor waiters skills
I felt he had a nerve
And so I called the Michelin chef
And asked to see his stars
He took offence, and at my expense
He cooked something bizarre

Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: cooking,funny
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