A little poem to the C List Celebs


If you’re a C List Celeb of little renown
And to a kitchen you wish never to venture
Don’t be put off – by the fact you can’t cook
Celebrity Master Chef still wants you to enter.

And there in the heat of the stoves and the grills
Don’t lose your nerve and breakdown and weep
Try to rustle up a small salad or steak if you can
And then plate it all up in a heap.

Then “Our John” and “Our Gregg” will shout – just a tad
And eat forkfuls of the food you’ve just smothered
They’ll pick holes in all the efforts you made
And We’ll all wonder “Why did you bother?”

Tansy Whitebytts


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