A Daughter’s appetite
Daddy cook some spicy biryani
If you be the cook would be savour Irani
I shall peel onions cut fine give
Rice properly cleaned and well sieve
Mum cooks potions and calls them soups
Stomach retches with one two scoops
Tastes more of her biology
Making broth a specimen entomology
Resolve if be born a man next life
Not to take a science teacher a wife
Food you cook tastes good
Add spicy literature that you sure would
You marinate with your mind in Shakespeare
Aroma travels north to the hemisphere
With Milton’s trimmings the food garnished
Leave all at home pleasantly famished
Mum cooks cabbage with vitamin k in mind
She is a specimen on earth hard to find
Her kitchen looks like a big herbarium
The sight drives us into a delirium
Cooks some poultice and calls them cakes
Big lecture on proteins she makes
Mysterious combinations and rarer mixes
Less cook but a scientist in excess
Resolve if be born a man next life
Not to take a science teacher a wife
Food you cook tastes good
Add spicy literature that you sure would