Status:
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Genre: Poetry |
House:
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I'm in the kitchen,
knocking up a meal.
It could end up in the bin,
If I don't get the real feel.
It has to go well,
The guests are waiting.
They're hungry, I could tell,
So there'll be no hesitating.
Hell! The soup is too salty,
The sauce is too malty.
The potatoes are hard,
And I have no more lard.
The salad doesn't taste good,
This is awful food.
The wine has no taste,
The food has all gone to waste.
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