Poems by Rose

Ratatouille-Inspired Poem

Under Paris streets he was raised
To avoid humans at all cost,
Rotten grub, the colony crazed,
But Remy just felt so lost
When taste he treasures most.

Chance of a lifetime came to him
When into his idol's kitchen he fell,
Bright Michelin stars are now in dim
By Ego's comment that killed Chef well,
As assistant plans to commercial sell.

Inside Linguini's hat he made magic:
Blends of spices and herbs, all without aid,
For Gusteau's son's cooking is tragic,
His biggest danger is kitchen blade,
But with the two, food is heaven-made.

"Anyone can cook," so the moral goes,
With just enough courage and passion
Mistakes in kitchen need not be woes,
For paced practice is absolute solution
To make Culinary Arts' ultimate concoction.

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