The Brain is cooking,
What are you cooking, brain?
A nice deviled egg to start a fiery morning
I wonder what's for lunch
A cold salad and fresh fruit
Natural reaction to add tape on an outlet
The dinner comes with boiling tea ending its climax,
A steamed soup with thick cream
The brain made my recipes
Brought it to reality
It baffles me when we fail to cook,
But throw away the mess
And start over again
What are we cooking today, Brain?
We're cooking something new
What is it called?
I don't know we haven't made it yet
We cover our eyes from the bitter plate
But embrace the unpredictable taste
The most of guests expect the food to be a delectable bite
Will it if our brains are our cooks?
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Poems with Jasables
PoetryPoems are love, Poems are life, It's the soul of me And what I can be. My crowd gets big, And keeps getting bigger, That's cuz Jesus Christ is mah love! Peace. *Mic drop* I thought I was going to say it, didn't u?
