And here is one you can all sing:--
Le Chef de la Dance
When your guests are queueing at the kitchen door
and your soufflé's sunk and the duck's still raw
and your jus has gone the consistency of glue,
Here's what I recommend you do:--
Dance, dance and have another drink.
Dance round your island and your Belfast sink.
You may not be Nigella, but you needn't be a prude.
They'll ignore what they're eating if you're dancing nude.
So here's my advice to all terrible cooks.
You'll do much better without cookery books.
Just microwave some leftovers and, till they've gone,
keep dancing round the kitchen with a broad smile on.
Dance, dance for all that you are worth.
Whether they're appalled or collapse with mirth
dance, dance, for no matter how you look
it can't be worse than the food you cook.
Last edited by Martin Parker; 11-09-2015 at 04:41 AM.
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