A Poem that was written for me.
I feel so special I love poems!
The Kitchen Maid
There was a young lady With ambitions to be The sous-chef to a master Of patisserie
She dreamed of a kitchen So clean yet so busy And the man who would get her Quite delirious and dizzy
She'd wear a short apron And nothing much more Even cleaning the grill pan Was never a chore
These scenes she'd imagine She often was sketching And though I've never yet seen her I'm sure she's quite fetching!
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