Chef Jim

Chef Jim

A Poem by w
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A little limerick to make you smile

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Jim could cook the most delicious food.
One quirk was that he’d cook in the nude.
A smile awakened
While frying up bacon
But the popping grease ruined his mood.

© 2012 w


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I love it. This poem is so unique and comical. Thank you for putting a smile on my face.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Haha :) I just love it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Bacon is only food I put clothes on to cook. lol Well done

Posted 12 Years Ago


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w

12 Years Ago

a lil hot grease on the tip will make you wear an apron every time.
That_Guy

12 Years Ago

I'd probably resort to Kevlar or a suit of armor after that
w

12 Years Ago

lol.
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K.
currently giggling about this,
well done

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

w

12 Years Ago

:bow:
Amusing imagery.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ouch lol

Posted 12 Years Ago


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w

12 Years Ago

actually have done this. it is painful. very.
That_Girl

12 Years Ago

I'll just consider myself lucky to not have ever had the opportunity. :)
lol

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

w

12 Years Ago

Glad you got a laugh out of it :)
Lmao, I am having a hard time seeing the down side in this..."One quirk, was that he’d cook in the nude", I am loving the visuals in this, so funny W!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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w

12 Years Ago

Thank you very much :)

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Added on September 18, 2012
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Cincinnati, OH



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I climb inside my mind through the windows to the soul that I sold for a kiss in the fourth grade. I write about the adventures I have in my schizophrenic mind and the scars that my past has left. .. more..

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