I am an inspired cook, never going by the book
I am original, and my recipes are never cerebral
I love my meat tender, I can not have it stale
If it were any fresher, It would walk off my plate
My food loves to prance, to jump, to dance
My food bides its time, It waits for the chance
As soon as there is no one in the room
The floor, slab and chairs are its ballroom!
My ladyfingers, so elegant and tender, play the piano
My beans and drumsticks add a beat, and play the banjo
Chicken and steak, covered with butter and flambeaud
Slathered in sauce, they dance a sexy tango
With grace, with taste, they drip from the ceiling
Drip grease on my head, it’s a great feeling
Talented textures cover my feet
Sensations in rhythm, squished in my seat
They drip down my leg, slide down in rows
A flavoured performance of mashed potatoes
I don’t care, Oh its fun, I dare you to stare
It’s a yummy performance, full of fragrance
“Daag Ache Hote Hain” says the detergent advertisement
I only wish that they’d also send me cleaning ladies/ gents
