Iron Chef Wanna Be
*Implode* grab that knife and start.
Already got pot on. Mario says O.O.
Small dice. Whip up cream and add
Her lovely carrots. So orange, and we
leave her skin. Plus dirt. Plus tops.
Don’t clean that damn pot!
Burned,
just a little. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.
Hell, Rosemary, get in there too! Get
in the pool with Beans. Say “Hello, ”
fer’ cry-sakes!
Mario is stupid; rub
butter all over the outside of the
darn skillet and fry crap outta it.
Break. Drink glass of wine. Health.
PRE-HEAT.
And, don’t burn bread
if you know what’s good. For you.
“Too much wine.” Know what I mean?
Just set the table while I smell it.
A little salt? Taste.
Wrinkle nose.
Pour it all down the damn drain.
Scotty Dogg
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