Obsession
Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 7:19 pm
A poem I wrote yonks ago. Don't think I've posted it before.
I never did much cooking
early in my life.
I spent my youth just partying
and getting into strife.
I’m older now and wiser,
though perhaps not more mature,
‘cause I‘ve taken to my passion
like a fly takes to manure.
I watch and tape each cooking show.
Spend hours on the net.
I’ve bought so many cook books,
likely spend my life in debt.
My wife asks silly questions
about the books I read.
She doesn’t seem to understand
this unrelenting need
to elevate my knowledge;
to hone my culinary art;
to take in every single word;
to know it all by heart.
The family think(s) I’m crazy.
“You’ve lost it dad.” they say.
“You’ve got to stop this nonsense
or we’ll have you put away.”
I said I’d think it over,
and maybe change my ways.
And I really, really tried to.
I was sane for several days.
But Master Chef’s tomorrow night
and Jamie Oliver too.
I’m hooked. No use denying it.
Just something I must do.
So please … don’t tell my family,
about my small regression.
‘Cause there’s just no way I’m giving up
this newly found obsession.
Wazza
I never did much cooking
early in my life.
I spent my youth just partying
and getting into strife.
I’m older now and wiser,
though perhaps not more mature,
‘cause I‘ve taken to my passion
like a fly takes to manure.
I watch and tape each cooking show.
Spend hours on the net.
I’ve bought so many cook books,
likely spend my life in debt.
My wife asks silly questions
about the books I read.
She doesn’t seem to understand
this unrelenting need
to elevate my knowledge;
to hone my culinary art;
to take in every single word;
to know it all by heart.
The family think(s) I’m crazy.
“You’ve lost it dad.” they say.
“You’ve got to stop this nonsense
or we’ll have you put away.”
I said I’d think it over,
and maybe change my ways.
And I really, really tried to.
I was sane for several days.
But Master Chef’s tomorrow night
and Jamie Oliver too.
I’m hooked. No use denying it.
Just something I must do.
So please … don’t tell my family,
about my small regression.
‘Cause there’s just no way I’m giving up
this newly found obsession.
Wazza