And now for something completely different.
Elegy for a Cook
His hand was the hand which
Transformed a ham sandwich.
His touch with two veg and
Roast beef was a legend.
His bacon and kidney.
He did it right, didn't he?
His way with plum duff – ins
Piration! His muffins –
My tongue scarce can utter – re
Spendently buttery!
Gone with the wind, such
An artist, a nonsuch,
A chef who was peerless,
Our portion of cheer less,
Our banqueting done, grie-
F descends on the hungry.
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