I cooked myself a nice meal.

I’m not much of a cook,

but dang that was good.

A little bit of this,

and a little bit of that.

I created my own recipe,

and now I’m really proud of me.

I don’t know what I did,

but that was splendid!

I might have cast a spell on this dish,

because this thing was the ish.

I really don’t know what’s the deal,

but I cooked myself a nice meal!

(I really did make myself a surprisingly nice dinner. And instead of blogging about it and praising how good it tasted, I decided to write this cute little poem! 😊)