For FCK's sake.
My parents,
Too innocent
To know,
Didn't get it and named him Frank Charles Kraus anyway. He never recovered.
Brave food warrior,
That's what you are,
That's what you were.
Learning Cordon Bleu
At 63,
Ever the eager
Gourmet.
Mouth always,
Smiling open,
Ready to taste,
Each drop of life.
And you
Savoured
The best,
And opened,
A rest
Of your life,
Restaurant,
Your
Cafe de Paris,
In Guildford,
2003.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2007-05-05 at 16:53
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My parents,
Too innocent
To know,
Didn't get it and named him Frank Charles Kraus anyway. He never recovered.
Cafe de Paris, Guildford 2003-2007
Brave food warrior,
That's what you are,
That's what you were.
Learning Cordon Bleu
At 63,
Ever the eager
Gourmet.
Mouth always,
Smiling open,
Ready to taste,
Each drop of life.
And you
Savoured
The best,
And opened,
A rest
Of your life,
Restaurant,
Your
Cafe de Paris,
In Guildford,
2003.
Poetry by Esti D-G
Read 662 times
Written on 2007-05-05 at 16:53
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