Rhymes and Reasons

So I’m a “chef” that loves to “cook”

Unseasoned, I won’t lie

But since no “restaurants” ever look

I seldom now apply

My “recipes,” they call for rhyme

Or else the “meal” is bland

I’ll add a pinch most every time

The best chefs understand

Sometimes it’s good, I’ve made it bad

When bad it feels I’m fighting

Depending on the day I had

The meal could get exciting

If not inspired, it’s rarely good

Some spicing may apply

That seldom turns out as it should

No rhyme or reason why

It’s sorta like that novice poet

Who writes the perfect poem

That says, “It’s done, now let’s bestow it”

But lets the critic throw ‘em

And then there comes that “connoisseur”

If you’re a chef you’ve met him

Who says your meal’s complete manure

Well THIS meal oughta get him

I’ve tried Haiku and Free verse too

(For “vegans” sorta speak)

I’ll leave that to the chefs that do

My rhymes make mine unique

If vegans feel hostility

I just explain the drill

When you request my specialty

I’m firing up the grill