I skipped, I jumped, I ran away
I dodged and talked out my way...
I hid out in the attic all day
When my mom begged me to stay!
Learn to cook a little she would say!
Learn to hold the ladle..
But I felt truly liberated to dodge away,
And claim to know no culinary way!
But then I went away to stay, in a land far far away...
With no mommy to answer my whims and fancy!
So with reluctance in every move
I decided to make some stew!
I cut and minced , tossed and cooked
But when I put it in my mouth, spit it right out
I called my mom and ate my words
I asked her to teach me the ropes!
And hand me the recipe passed down the years
So my experiments would save some tears!
Years have passed and cook I do
And the flavors in my food play peek-a-boo
But to dinner if I do invite you
Do remember to bring a dish or two!
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Heads or Tails - Recipe
(c) Preethi @ Creative Outbursts, September 2008
13 comments:
That was fun. Enjoyed it.
LOL - I shall remember.
Oh, that was fun and full of truth!
Moms know best. :)
Bravo! Very creative. :)
hee...hee...cute...
a real life experience? :)
Thanks folks for your wonderful comments..
Rambler - yes you bet!! ;)
invite me invite me...i promise 2 bring my own dish (empty)...
Rofl. . .Good one :D !!
And when you want it to taste good
You empty an entire pack of cheese
It always perks up my mood
But makes me as immovable as a geese
:P
So true to me too.. I love your poems ...all of them.. simple and straight. I read them all though I may not comment always.
Ada kadavulae.. Thappi thavari I wont come to ur home for dinner :)
Now I know why Mani is in the disguise of official tours atleast once a month. Poor thing he might be longing for some good food :)
hehehe! u so sound like me :P
in sense ... my mom wants me in the kitchen ;)
and i m running away ;)
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