Iron Chef AmericaA Poem by MofloWatching Food Network while trying to write an essay has its benefits.
Now I glare in silence as
The man does flips across the stage; He wears a suit, he's clearly foreign, Overdoing facial motions, Advertising cookware, chefs; I recall how a younger me Accepted this, thinking that 'Its Just what he must do, I guess.' While the show diverted off Far from his childlike caters And I forgot, we all forgot The intro to the paper whose Conclusion was designed to be A tangent from the get-go. (Where flips will lead to pan-seared clams) -But now I sit with my mouth gaped, Wondering if he's watching too; And cringing with my every cringe. © 2011 MofloAuthor's Note
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15 Reviews Added on October 9, 2011 Last Updated on October 9, 2011 AuthorMofloNYAboutI am a 26 year old recent college grad trying to establish myself. Recently moved back to NY from Pennsylvania and looking for work. Now working on becoming an English teacher. more..Writing
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