I am a really terrible cook
I’ve burnt everything
so far
I’m definitely not Cordon
Bleu
In fact I’m more
Cordon Noir
I am a really terrible cook
I’ve burnt everything
so far
I’m definitely not Cordon
Bleu
In fact I’m more
Cordon Noir
I am from the Caribbean
And I find cooking
very hard
But I do one thing
very well
RhuBarbados and
custard
I tried cooking with wine last night
But it didn’t go very
well therein
After five generous
glasses
I forgot why I was in
the kitchen
My wife burns the toast
She makes a habit of
it
Then puts it in the
garden
For the sparrows and
the tits
Not many birds are
keen
Even in the harshest
weather
But you can spot those
who are
Because of the curly
feathers
I’m not a domestic goddess
And it’s not something
I espouse
If you don’t believe
me
Just ask the spouse
He’ll tell you, I only
have a kitchen
Because it came with
the house
George loved his wife Elsie dearly
They’d been married 40
years nearly
George loved her from
the very first look
But sadly Elsie was a
desperate cook
To her great credit it
didn’t deter her
From preparing a
variety of fare
One day she served
something cordon bleu
Which caused George to
sit and stare
It was truly awful
even just to look at
Some burnt, some raw
and swimming in fat
Reluctantly he took a
taste of the presentation
And gave it to his dog
without hesitation
Then immediately after
eating some
The dog started
licking at his bum
“Why is he doing
that?" she said in disgust
As the dog did what
all dogs must
George replied quite
straight faced
“He’s trying to get
rid of the taste”
I am a really terrible cook
I’ve
burnt everything so far
I’m
definitely not Cordon Bleu
In
fact I’m more Cordon Noir