Chef

​Tho’ my tongue be cut off

I’ll mumble words of wisdom

Tho’ my lips be seared

My very eyes will speak mysteries

Though my eyes be gouged out

I’ll imprint my very thoughts on braiile

The birds will sing my notes

The world will read my lines

And your very sense of smell

Will catch the scents of my puns

For I am a chef

A word chef

#Michy

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