A fat man like me

Can never bother with tea or brie

I must go right to the main source

And wolf it down like a rhinoceros

But a woman like her

Can tease me with a warm hors d'ouevre

She slices and dices nicely

Which has a way of enticing me

Armed with an apron and spatula

She is a post-modern goddess of love

So why does she feed me pate`

When she knows what i'm gonna say



Complicated potatoes again?

Complicated potatoes



She spices her icings precisely

Arousing me aromatically

I had a recent rhinoscopy

So i could smell every recipe

Still she leaves me on pre-heat

When she knows that i love to eat



Complicated potatoes again

Complicated potatoes