Pots, pans and pens,
I bring them to boil
On paper.
Ready and happy
To serve,
Spontaneously,
Or deliver,
As per order.
All day long,
I live in a song.
It goes,
"No work for me /
No work please /
All I want is a patron /
Royalty as is."
You get the pun?
Fully intended?
Royalty,
It is rare.
Unlike my heapful
Of servings,
Going out,
Everywhere.
I am a mere cook,
Not greater than my ware,
The song is sure to die,
If royalty isn't here.
Pots, pans and pens,
Dearer when on paper.
I bring them to boil
On paper.
Ready and happy
To serve,
Spontaneously,
Or deliver,
As per order.
All day long,
I live in a song.
It goes,
"No work for me /
No work please /
All I want is a patron /
Royalty as is."
You get the pun?
Fully intended?
Royalty,
It is rare.
Unlike my heapful
Of servings,
Going out,
Everywhere.
I am a mere cook,
Not greater than my ware,
The song is sure to die,
If royalty isn't here.
Pots, pans and pens,
Dearer when on paper.
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