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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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