A poem for my wife, written on 12-Jun-1988 when I gifted her Tarla Dalal's book "New Indian Vegetarian Cookery":
Dearest, your lame excuses
Will be accepted no more
For all my stomach juices
Have now begun to pour
Give up your ketchup and French fries
Now that you have this book
And spare me from your cries
Of "I dunno how to cook"
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