To cook or not to cook that is the question
Neitheir hungry of full food are to be cook
Simple question but must take a look
Sharp knife and hot fire so eye is there to look
Everytime I cook trouble take a look
Eitheir hand got cut and there are the blood
Or food got burn from my unfortunate
Thus hunger is strong while lazy is weak
Must rag my body to the mystery place
Fry the chicken or burn it but only
To sake and sigh of my terrible work
Give me a test but not to be a chef
Where I will mess even an egg in nest
Fast food unhealthy thus I don't have to cook
I must bear that I can't cook my own food
Oh fair mother must teach me how to cook
Until then I free from this terrible hook.