We can use the false claim of good taste
Chance to give medicine we can’t waste
Pretend it’s ever so good
And believe the ruse they should
Bad aftertaste the cost of our haste
You must appease the amateur cook
Hope the don’t notice the anguished look
You barely got it all down
It’s hard to suppress a frown
Your deceit no worse than a crook
Loosey Goosey
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Come, hear of the boisterous chef
who thought way too much of himself
he used too much ego
inside mashed potato
Over seasoned, his patrons lost teeth.
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Lady A
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nice. this was inspired by a
nice. this was inspired by a picture of Lucille Ball taking a taste of some harsh medicine