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A Chef's Nightmare(just feel like fooling around) The time is coming It's oh so near First wendesday....then Thursday Friday is practically here Thoughts of a secret recipe Made just my special way Stirring a mixture of batter With Lager and cajun foreplay I shudder when I hear That simple word Haddock Yes I know I'm a chef And I'll pretend I'm ecstatic So think of me and sigh As I'm frying away It's just a chef's nightmare That horrid Fish Friday ~THE FLOWING PEN~ 3-10-04 Vote for this poem
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