God Bless the Cook

God Bless the Cook

Casually I lay my spoon aside
Wondering where I now could hide?
Too conspicuous to take in stride
That now I hurt her culinary pride.

Swallowing was hard enough,
Though straightening my grimace was equally tough!
Now to avoid her expression gruff
I lied and said “That’s very good stuff!”

A cook’s pride can be a caustic thing
When a compliment her creations do not bring;
One’s life can balance on a string
When thanks from pursed lips do not spring.