got down to d' lab of kitchen,
in tidy decent chef costumes,
tried to play cook-cook game
One took over as head chef,
other not permitted to assist
fresh tea brewed and served
li'l water then tea, she did insist
That's d' protocol, do follow,
conveyed her strict instruction
no professional tea maker, yet
tea superb!, owed appreciation
For d' hilarious recipe try outs,
kitchen the fit site, aptly chosen
rice, pulses measured and rinsed,
vegetables, a rigorous bath given
Assistant assigned slicing task,
used to human tissue incision
vegetables cut to subtle pieces,
for d' artistic job no hesitation
from the cuisine maker's mind
No cooking range, no oven, yet
d' recipes were, only of its kind
Flour kneaded, dough balls made,
roti rolled with slender fingers
no grinder to make spice paste,
squatted gently on kitchen floor
to manoeuvre d' grinding stone
cardamom, cumin, cinnamon
Aroma diffused in entire house,
though kept ajar d' kitchen door
mouth watering recipes ready,
beyond restraint, can't ignore
To fry, cook, put salt pepper,
head chef found unduly busy
wisdom used, assessed, tasted,
cooking a trickery, not so easy
Session over, d' head chef gone,
but telephonic queries still on
regarding excess salt in curry,
she had a lot of apprehension
Ate food, delicacy not enjoyed,
know no art to make complaint
no wish to out wit d' fellow chef,
innocent as a dumb monument
Now the lab a deserted island,
more silent than a burial deck
no more adventures, no thrills,
no challenges, no lively stakes
Food making just a gentle plea,
had marvy time, chit chatting,
to argue, fight, show bossism,
plainly a game so enchanting
Now d' kitchen visited less often,
if d' hunger at its Everest peak
food, no food, it's of no concern,
missing d' chef makes me sick
No more colourful,
it's a lustreless kitchen
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