She was a marvel

She was a marvel

So sweet and lusciuos

So much like the meals she cooked

That was her forté

Much more than a game

Beautiful big girl                                                      

Cute plump round buttocks                              

A voice like a parakeet                                           

When in the kitchen                                                      

Flicking her blonde hair                                     

Yes she was the chef                                          

Me, I kept well clear                                            

Sitting at the front counter                                     

We met much later                                                  

Two lonely people                                                

Was a game at first                                                 

Nagging each other                                                          

About our jobs in the hotel                                     

Were both on the shelf                                        

And knew it was right                                        

Then we made love                                           

That turned things around                               

We’d start our own restaurant                    

So thumbed our noses 

And started afresh 

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