
I have a dilemma, found it’s not wise
Relying on old tired eyes
The recipe called for only one dash
After eating, I now have a rash
The peppers too hot
And so I got
Welts on my face
And look a disgrace
The dilemma is this
I hate to admit
I read it wrong
It’s a weary song
I need a cook
Cause I can’t read the book
Properly when making a meal
Cooking has lost its appeal
As time passes
I need new glasses
Or a live in chef!
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