A Cook by Geoffrey Chaucer

What’s Cooking? I asked the cook
he did notice my appetitive hook
he said he was baking and making a pie
with spices and powder and powers and rye
he barley started looking for an agenda
to thicken his polenta
when I surmised the nature of his wondrous
London flavor and with bones of marrow
was so bold as to ask that his culinary creation
tell the tale once my own tongue was told
by a neighboring rogue fit with his own satchel
and gown grown into through exquisite repeat-through
despite what’s the use he knew the man
The Cook can not be deceived by cunning
but despite-still happy to have a tasting voluntant
gave to me his ladle filling-free