The Cook
I opened a bookπ,
It had an iron hook⚓
And then I realized it shook,
It actually belonged to the cookπ©π³.
When I entered the kitchen,
The cook looked quite serious
I got really curious,
And realized she was dangerous.
It popped in my mind 'Who was she??',
Was she the one who owned the seaπ
Or the one who stole the keyπ,
These thoughts just kept pricking me.
Oops! I don't know to whom does she belong,
But I know she doesn't stay very far long
But be aware she could be among,
So don't think I'm wrong
Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteSweet, strange and nice.
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Deletevery nice !!! good rhyming ..awesome !!
ReplyDeletethank you expecting negative comments
Deletenice poem
ReplyDeleteHmmm!! Much to think .......
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