COOKY (A NONSENSE POEM)

From a forthcoming collection of fun poems for kids (of all ages).  I'm keen to take my "Fun With Words, Fun With Rhyme" talk/workshop around schools and libraries.  Enquiries to joecushnan@aol.com

The chef he cooked a stew on the coldest winter’s day,

The chef he cooked a stew he called a cassoulet,

The chef he cooked a stew with lots of ingredients,

All sorts of stuff that sounded weird not making any sense.

He peeled things, he chopped things, he mashed as best he could,

He was careless and fearless about preparing fancy food.

The chef he cooked a stew with vegetables and fruits,

The chef he cooked a stew with underpants and boots,

The chef he cooked a stew with nuts and bolts and screws,

A tub of lard, a tin of paint and a pair of ballet shoes.

He whirred it, he stirred it, he shook it very hard,

Then placed it in a sunny spot outside in the yard. 

The chef he cooked a stew, he added salt and pepper,

The chef he cooked a stew and threw in Granny’s slipper,

The chef he cooked a stew with lamb and pork and beef,

Rocks and stones and old tin cans to break a diner’s teef.

He plopped it, he slopped it, he spilled some on the floor,

He splashed the cat, the cat said drat and scurried out the door.

The chef he cooked a stew and it was time to serve his guests

The chef he cooked a stew and hoped they’d be impressed,

The chef he cooked a stew and they all thought it was pretty grim,

They chased him out of town and that’s the last they saw of him.