This past weekend, early June on the weekend I cooked a meal for my wife, daughter and son. I do this every weekend and here's a poem that I wrote about that. Enjoy,  TONY
                                            Be Chef I Nights
                                            In Row Two Sun
                                            And Mon Days
                                            Both I Fix Yes
                                            Plan Meals Two
                                            Fix I Shrimp In
                                            Yaki's Teri Thick
                                            Gents Of Pun
                                            Oh Those Dors
                                            Quets Of Bou Bou
                                            Vine Div Div Ine
                                            Smells Tastes Too
                                            Die For Too 'Cept
                                            Live Want More I
                                            So For Shrimp I
                                            Eat Whole Head Coarse
                                            Not But Scales Crun
                                            Runkin Unch Add
                                            'Cept Wife Daughter
                                            No Not! They Peel Toil
                                            Work Hard They Eat
                                            Marvel
                                            Not Share
                                            Good, Too !
     #3 le 3 Juin, 2008. written Mardi matin a 10:23 A.M. on a hazy, warm, humid morn.
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