The form, the flow,
the poetic rhyme.
A play on words
in measured time.
I blend, I mix,
I stir them 'round.
I taste and if
I like their sound,
I season them with
metaphorical zest
then scoop and serve
for the final test.
Your plate is full
with my newest meal,
You chew, I wait
for your golden seal.
If you are pleased
it's a job well-done
and cooking this one
has sure been fun!
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