Challenge

[PrinceMyshkin]

Apparently some chefs, when they're nervous,
tend to over-season the food.

If you can't make a poem beginning with that, you might as well turn in your iambic pentameters!

[ampoule]

Help me, my Prince. I am a bonehead.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Help me, my Prince. I am a bonehead.

Eek! No one seems to be enticed by those lines. I just thought that the information was funny or might be provocative. I was thinking that when it comes to romance, we are all nervous chefs, over-seasoning the dish!

If it doesn't prod your poetic instinct, just fuggetaboutit!

[balehead]

---- Thanks for the tip, above, it really got the gears whirring in my brains. Inspiration in deed – I suppose an inspired dullard with no poetic talent is better than an un-inspired dullard with no poetic talent?

Apparently some chefs, when they’re nervous,
Tend to over-season the food.
I see the tender likeness,
In a thousand dishes,
The same mistake repeated over generations
Of young lovers,
All desperate to impress.
Their cunning efforts not going unnoticed,
No ground is gained but is lost.
Through docility and nerves,
Sweet affection is shown,
But the dish is as good as murdered,
When the entire rainbow can be found within.

[AuntShecky]

Apparently some chefs, when they're nervous,
tend to over-season the food.



For while it may be true that there
can be such a thing as too much
garlic, as another cliché has it --
no gal can be "just a little bit
pregnant."