The Chef

My husband likes to eat
And cooks too, I can’t deny
And he often boasts and brags
That he’s a better cook than I

To me that’s really quite ok
I was tired of cooking anyway
With diet restrictions, it became such a bore
I could care less if I never cooked anymore

Well, he would cook and I would clean
We made this easy pact
It was working pretty well
Except for this very simple fact

He stirs and cuts and flips and flops
Oh Joy and fiddle di dee
Where I would only use one pot
My Lord he’s using three

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Lucille Griswold