17 June 2012
I've been told to cook, A meal for my dad, The problem being I can't cook, I'm well aware it's sad.
The kitchen's rather scary, A foreign, scary place, I domain I avoid, I rarely show my face.
So many odd utensils, I don't know how to use, So many different surfaces, I know I will abuse.
Macaroni cheese: The meal I have to make, That can't be too hard, A task to undertake?
The fridge is fully stocked, I'm digging out the food, Trying to get a feel for this- Alien cooking mood.
Acquainted with the cooker, Safe terms with the sink, And I have an understanding, With the microwave, I think...
Putting on some music, Dancing as I cook, You know what Father's Day, Maybe you don't suck...
Recipe For Disaster! • Opuss № I