A Cook
They had a cook with them who stood alone For boiling chicken with a marrow-bone, Sharp flavouring powder and a spice for savour. He could distinguish London ale by flavour, And he could roast and boil and seethe and fry, Make good thick soup and bake a tasty pie... As for blancmange, he made it with the best.
Geoffrey Chaucer
(1)
Poem topics: alone, london, good, sharp, bone, chicken, powder, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
About A Cook
A Cook is a poem by Geoffrey Chaucer. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.
Write your comment about A Cook poem by Geoffrey Chaucer
Best Poems of Geoffrey Chaucer