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The Cook This piece has been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.

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By Seth S., Framingham, MA

   Once upon a midday dreay

While I'm cooking weak and weary

Suddenly there came a ringing

As if someone gently singing,

Singing at my kitchen sink.



As clearly as I see the moon

It was in the month of June

And every single piece of carrot

Came the noise of a parrot

A parrot, at my kitchen sink.



Louder, louder grew the song

And I knew it was wrong

For I had a meal to cook

But what I would give for just one look

A look, at my kitchen sink.



Suddenly there came a knocking

As a grandma gently rocking

To the backdoor I strolled

Letting in the horrible cold

The cold, at my kitchen door.



Then came screaming and a holler

But for me I did not bother

But to me there came a shake

And to the noise came a break

It was my mother, waking me for school!




This piece has been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.

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