When the music moves the chef and the menu
I can not help but rock to the venue,
I grate and wind and fold and dip, all while cooking and that’s just my hips
Serving Foie gras to a Beyoncé bass beat?
I’ve played Metallica while serving Crème brûlée sweet.
I sway to a strawberry’s single sweet soliloquy
As I would to any doo-wop’s three-part harmony
My sifter sounds like maracas, the water running is backup hum,
And I’ll drop them all in heartbeat to do a Phil Collin’s air drum
Notes ringing crystal clear as an opera singer
Are like the perfect bite whose flavors linger
The perfect flavors require as much of a chef’s orchestration
As any conductor pulling together a musical temptation
And I dance as I chop and I chop as I sing and I sing as I fry, it’s a symbiotic thing
I can not help but rock to the venue,
When the music moves the chef and the menu
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To those not familiar with Phil Collins I included a link to the reference within the poem. While the specific drum solo starts after the 5:00 mark, you really should listen to the entire song to get the full feel on why any of us familiar with the song will drop almost everything when that part comes to do the air drum.
Daaaamn…. wanna be in your kitchen when you cooking!
Oh please boi! Ya knows iffn ya sees me wine it be mo’ than food cookin’ up in dat kitchen. 😉
Thanks Bajan 😀
That’s what I was hoping for 😉 LOL
very very cool. The lyrical rhythm is great, as is the mixture of music and cuisine. Amazing job. thanks
No, thank you, Hob! 😀
Especially like the first and last italicized lines!
Yeah, those two action lines are my faves of this also. Thanks!
sounds like some dancing and cooking to me!