February 2012
A Gordon Ramsay Poem
gordonramsaypoetry:
Bread’s dreadful Wet chewy dough, damn. Wowwowwowwow. Strands of mozzerella.
It’s soaking wet It’s bland and it’s a thousand miles away from anything called focaccia let me tell you
you’re an airhead who’s got her head stuck in the clouds. this is business.