Masterchef Final
It's near the end of Masterchef
The bald one looks uptight and tense
"It does not get tougher than this"
I wish he'd go from whence (he came)
That guy his name is John Torode
His brain is squirming like a toad
Furnished and burnished by aussie sun
He'd have a black heart if he had one
He'd take great pains, have you in chains
Then grill your meat in his white heat
Put you in his human barbie
Temper hotter than wasabi
My souffles rise, my jelly sets,
My juice runs clear, my coulis rocks
So why am I so frightened by
This pair of pricks, these cooking cocks?
B.R. 21/03/2012
The bald one looks uptight and tense
"It does not get tougher than this"
I wish he'd go from whence (he came)
That guy his name is John Torode
His brain is squirming like a toad
Furnished and burnished by aussie sun
He'd have a black heart if he had one
He'd take great pains, have you in chains
Then grill your meat in his white heat
Put you in his human barbie
Temper hotter than wasabi
My souffles rise, my jelly sets,
My juice runs clear, my coulis rocks
So why am I so frightened by
This pair of pricks, these cooking cocks?
B.R. 21/03/2012
Look at them. I mean, just look at them... I don't have to say anything, do I? B.R.
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