Cook King

Cook King 

Cooking is my yoga
It’s so transcending 
When I’m in my kitchen 
I am a cook king

When I’m cooking
I sing, dance and whistle
I’m always in my element
Cooking in my castle

Peeling, chopping
A sprinkle and a stir
It’s the rhythm of my realm
Palate and scents confer

When I’m cooking
I’m one happy man
I love feeding my kingdom 
With plenty for the clan

Cooking came natural
Born within my bones
I’m  always in the kitchen 
More than on my throne 

By: Bill MacEachern