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my experiment with cooking

Poetry By: shravani

Tags: Cooking, Tar, Color

my first few experiences of being a cook

Submitted:Sep 12, 2011    Reads: 12    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

I got a boyfriend, and he is a Singh

He loves to eat and I love cooking,

Chicken biryani or egg curry

He loves to eat even if in hurry,

I started cooking and added a spice

I blewed it off maybe twice or thrice,

But whatever I cooked for him to live

He got to eat it perhaps with a sieve,

Once I made a chicken curry

In soil I Guess he did bury,

But it was a hard work for me to do

It hard to cook I must tell you,

Like a broth, froth and beefy brew

I added masalas and kept it to stew,

Gravy was then full of clams

I made him miss the American hams,

The color of curry was black as tar

This was my cooking experience so far…..:)


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