The chip chop in the kitchen
with the cook getting on the run
he always in a hurry
as if some one is ravenously hungry
or be a school going kid preparing to get ready
wanting his breakfast on the table
or be so an executive running g high
as time is flying in a speed
with the breakfast getting late
with no such identity in the vicinity
the cook turns frantic in the early morn
pulling the knives from their place
banging the pans with a sound
cutting the onions in speed
while som fall down unable to cope
he shrieks and murmurs himself
chiding the onions for having slipped
and scolding the carrots for being too thick
as the milk vendor comes in with a whistle
the cook’s next human target
who shouts at him at the top of his voice
crying that his morning tea has been delayed
running to the stove to place the kettle
doing all this with a precipitation
for no reason what soever
as the master of the house is in the patio
reading the morning newspaper
and who has not the habit of sipping the tea
as he breaks his fast daily
after taking his morning bath
well over nine in the morning
the cook wanting to finish the day work
wishing 
to chit-chat with the staff
who turn up for duty at nine in thee morning.
What a show it is every morn
a drama in real life seen without a penny.
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