THE Bachelor
A human liked his steaks well done,
He thought and said he was a true gourmet.
His friends assumed that this was said in fun,
Not that he cared in any way.
He lived with mother in her house.
She did his laundry and the cooking.
At thirty-five he still was without spouse,
And worse, he was not even looking.
Then came a dreadful, rainy, gloomy day
When in his office rang his telephone:
His sweet and loving Mom had passed away,
Which left him helpless and alone.
He knew then it was time to look
To find himself a proper wife
Who, most of all, knew how to cook,
To end his empty bachelor life.
When finally he found his spouse,
It added to his newly married bliss
That she in garden and the house,
But mostly in the kitchen, was a whiz.
Just one thing made him somewhat sad.
Her meals, though fit for a gourmet
Did lack a certain spice his mother had.
But what it was he couldn't say.
One day his wife talked long to neighbor Betty,
She burned the meat and even the spaghetti.
When coming home the human shouted happily:
"You finally found mother's secret recipe."