My Brother Wants to Be a Chef
My brother wants to be a chef
to cook a lot of food,
regardless if it’s grilled or fried,
or poached or steamed or stewed.
He wants to bake and barbecue,
he’ll scald, sauté and roast.
He’ll flame, flambé and fricassee,
he’ll microwave and toast.
But even with these kitchen skills
my brother has no taste.
You see, the only thing he really
likes to eat is paste.
— Kenn Nesbitt
Copyright © 1998. All Rights Reserved.
Reading Level: Grade 5
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