But enter the kitchen

While his masterpieces

Are coming together

Is something you do

At your own risk!

I stay out…totally away

And if kitchen

Looks like a bomb exploded

I don’t eat what looks so good

For fear he thinks I’m

An explosive engineer and

Cleanup organization…

I retired long ago

And will head to Bueno Beef

For a grilled chicken

Sandwich rather than

Feel obligated to clean up the

Mess and all the grease

Like I always did in our

Youthful days…

Funny how living together

Through old age

Has turn the tables…