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She stands there an almost
Mad look in her eyes
Quickly replaced by one
Of pleasure and surprise.
They place a dish before her,
Not food really, more a work of art
And she and her co presenter
Knife and fork it apart.
A slice or two of beef,
Just this side of raw,
Two or three bits of carrot
I swear not many more,
With odds and sods,
Bits of sour and sweet,
Outlined with a smear
Of a Jus made from beet.
They roll their eyes
In an ecstacy of taste
Mop up the lot so none
Will go to waste.
Now I don’t need telling
That I’m just a peasant prat
But if thats Haute Cuisine
I’d rather eat my bloody hat..
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