If I say it myself I'm a Wonderful Cook,
A Virtual Maestro with a Recipe Book.
But for a Pancake Mix I had no Tool
So I Stole said Item like a Thieving Fool.
As into the Store I Slyly Crept
And strode to where the Cutlery is Kept.
How it's Sad for such deeds for Culinary's Sake:
But I'm afraid it's a Wrisk that I was willing to take.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 6th, 2026 16:06
- Category: Humor
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