Poetry
Cooking is not at all that easy I say
Don’t know how people do it each day!
Me, I keep a safe distance
From all the expert cooks
I’d much rather drown
In a big bunch of books
I can peel, I can chop
I can wipe every stain
But bringing it all together
Boy! that’s such a pain
Hours spent laboring
In front of the stove
And it all gets demolished
In mere minutes, my love!
And then the massive cleaning
And putting it all away
And if two spoons of something is left
Must save it for another day!
Abbah, why all this cooking fuss
Can’t we just invent a bloody pill
All meals done with a single gulp
So much time to just chill chill, just chill!
Anu Anniah Writes 