Cooking is not my favourite pastime.

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What’s for dinner tonight, dear?
These words I hear each day.
And the sound of them tripping from my hubby’s tongue
Usually fill me with dismay.
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I wasn’t born a natural cook
And though I like to eat,
The thought of preparing a tasty meal
Brings forth an air of defeat.
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I have a repertoire of dishes
Which never seems to vary,
And does nothing to titillate a palate,
The results often being scary.

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I can cook up pasta by the bucket
And add a ready made sauce.
I can put fish and chips in the oven
With any veggies I come across.

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I can make a roast Sunday dinner
Which as a rule is fairly edible,
But ask me to produce a fancy meal
And the results would be quite terrible.
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So asking me what’s for dinner, dear.
I am sure you can hazard a guess,
And if it’s not what you want to eat
Why don’t you show me your cooking prowess?
Christine Ramsay 1.5.10
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