Watching Masterchef

Harsh words sear

that fondant hasn’t worked at all

oh dear oh dear                                                           

your duck breast’s dry                                                

that’s horrible I think I’m going to cry                       

make anxious smiles freeze

and faces fall

like unsuccessful soufflés.


But harder still to bear for most

I’m lost for words I really cannot utter

oh my that truffle toast                                               

I’d eat this all day long

I thought it wouldn’t set you’ve proved me wrong           

is praise which makes

tears seep down cheeks

like pearls of tarragon-infused butter.