Chapter 32: The Charge Of The Kitchen Brigade

THE CHRONICLER OF THE KITCHEN         

THE  CHARGE  OF  THE  KITCHEN  BRIGADE

                                    Forward “The Kitchen Brigade”

                                    Was there a man dismayed?

                                    Even though the cooks all knew;

                                    Management had blundered.

                                    Theirs is not to make reply,

                                    Theirs is not to reason why,

                                    Theirs is but to cook and fie!

                                    Into the Cauldron of Sweat

                                    Strode the Encumbered.


                                    Forward "The Kitchen Brigade"

                                    Hear an order, curse that order, make that
                                     order.

                                    In the Cauldron of Sweat,
                                    toiled the Encumbered.

                                    Managers to the right of them,

                                    Servers to the left of them,

                                    Searing flames behind them.

                                    POS machines shuttered and printed.

                                    Assulted by app and entrée,

                                    their mise was rent asunder,

                                    how they cooked but did not blunder;

                                    in the Cauldron of Sweat

                                    toiled the Encumbered

                                   

                                    When can their glory fade,

                                    all the world wondered?

                                    Honor the charge they made

                                    Noble Encumbered!

                                   

                                    Theirs is not to make reply,

                                    Theirs is not to reason why,

                                    Theirs is but to cook and fie!

                                   

Inspired by: The spewings of  H.B.O. Alfred,
                    "The Lordly Wizard of Westbrook”

                    A. Tennyson        

I owe, I owe, its off to work I go.

Into THE CAULDRON!

            “The difficult we do,

               The impossible takes a little longer!”

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