One two many

Last night whilst I was eating,

I had pasta for my tea,

I often cook with garlic so,

No vampires will I see,

I tend to ad-lib often,

And cook by taste and smell,

But clearly last night’s pasta dish,

Didn’t go that well,

I’m sweating now raw garlic,

It pours from every pore,

I knew when I was counting,

I should have stopped at four,

My morning should be fun then,

For my office it will smell,

The problem is my boss is in,

I’ve a meeting there as well,

So next time I am cooking,

A recipe I’ll find,

And the food will taste great,

And no smell there’ll be to mind.