Men can’t learn how to cook, that’s what they say,
Yet cooking such pleasing food makes my day.
To see such joy, such happiness, such life,
Takes the trouble from the cut of a knife.

Cooking is my passion, yet no one knows
It is. Yet no one believes, I suppose
Of how such a man can cook when the norms
And foolish laws bid him not to do so.

Nevermind. I shall wash and peel and dice
And chop and shred and peel and cut and mince
And stir-fry and simmer and bring to boil
And cook and serve these products of my toil.

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