Chef
unique flavor
There once was a chef who did not tire,
He worked so hard he would always perspire.
He cooked and cooked as fast as he could,
Till a bead of sweat dripped into the food.
He winked and said that’s just Worcestershire.
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Lolll love this one. No one would know right? Hehe