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A Chef’s Poem

Every morning when I awake
My cooker is ready to start to bake,
I prepare an onion to cook and fry
My eyes then cry, I don’t know why!

Every morning when I awake
My stove is ready to start to bake
When I prepare some onion to cook and fry
My eyes then cry, I don’t know why!

Grill, roll, bake or maybe blend,
I make food, stove is my friend!
(A cook)

I’m not a cook, I m not a sailor
Sewing is my job, I’m a _ _ _ _ _ _!
(Tailor)

I don’t cook, instead
My hands make delicious bread!
(A baker)

I’m preparing meals
Tell me something, please
Apron is my fashion
What is my profession?
(Cook)