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Messy Kitchen!

     I was just filling in some new recipes in my Cook - Book, when I thought of scribbling something too!
So here goes;



MESSY KITCHEN!


Cinnamon, Cardamom, Ilaichi,
How many sticks of Dalchini??
How in the world will I make chicken gravy,
When I don't even know how to clean the chickens' body?!

Mix, Fold, Beat and Bake,
Why won't my stupid cake break?
How many jars of sugar will it take,
To finally sweeten this bitter milk shake?

Oh Lord, Why am I in this dreadful dilemma?
I've even forgotten my good, gallant Grammar!
I wonder why I'm making dessert from Batata,
I bet my brain's up to some attention drawing drama!

If I don't grow up to be a kitchen smartie,
I guess I'll just have to survive on Maggi!
It's high time; I should stop being lazy,
Get up girl, and learn from Mommy!

- Maryam Kaleem
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  1. Umar ShaikhMay 7, 2013 at 12:47 PM

    its a nice quick one..

    but...

    you don't clean the 'chicken's body'... ur just cleaning the 'chicken'.. (i guess)

    also.. regd the spices..
    cinnamon = dar/l-chini and cardamom=ilaichi.. so not very sure how the links with the english hindi went..

    dont hit me for being so critical man! :P

    also.. not just u.. all of ur family would be on maggi ;) or indomie as of today :P

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    1. Maryam ShaikhMay 7, 2013 at 1:16 PM

      Yes, I know about the cinnamon cardamom thing... But I still put it there. Dunno why! :P
      And don't come home, cuz I'm just stepping out to buy a HAMMER! :P

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  2. hudaMay 7, 2013 at 12:50 PM

    He he.. U funny :) good one,nice attempts for rhyme schemes... Keep writing

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  3. ArshiyaMay 7, 2013 at 1:11 PM

    Love the last para...:)

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