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Gordon Blurr

 
There was a young chef called Gordon Blurr
fresh things in his wok he liked to stir  
but when veg lost it crunch
and spice packed no punch
Gordon would say 'its not bleu'.
 
So Gordon unlocked his Chakra
he even tried abracadabra  
but the veg still went limp
and his glaze lost its glint
until he added a pinch, of Viagra.
 
Then his bookings were full of elderly couples
who swore Gordon's grub helped fix all their troubles
as the prices went up
they wished him good luck
'since its not just the profit that's doubled'.
 
Written by Razzerleaf
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Author's Note
for the comp Cordon bleu
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