Times and times ago, somewhere in Greece
Ruled king Hector, the son of God.
No blood, nor war, for he loved peace
Not a sword was more effective than his nod

Then came a man, a majestic cook he was,
Who claimed to be best among all
They didn’t know, his appointment’s a loss
For goodness this time yielded Hector his fall.

The day of Hector’s marriage did arrive
Arrangements met, feast set, guests called.
They didn’t know there’s a bug in beehive
The one which had its supremacy installed.

The marriage was special, so was the food
King Hector sun, his bride resembled moon.
Priest did preach, not affecting one’s mood
For they knew, delicacies could be there anytime soon.

Ceremonies over, food was then served,
There was not one who didn’t lick his lips.
His best till the last had the cook preserved
No one knew, the poison spread till their very tips.

Yes, it was a conspiracy by the cook
Bodies could be seen all around.
Every one fell, the ground shook,
No aid could nearby could be found.

Except the bride, all the folks were dead
The lady was widowed at her marriage hour.
Broken from inside, tears started to shed
This incident left on history, a scar.

The bride, the widow cursed the cook,
“Thou took the floor off my foot
Took my family, my people, my love
I’ll take from you, all you ever could put
My revenge would be taken on a level above.”

Thy food would be loved by some,
Appreciated by most, ate by almost all.
You’ll live forever and a time would come
Both thou and thy food at some time, led to humans’ downfall”

This was the curse of Princes Jades, the dead
Quite visible at the movement it is.
Junk food’s the medium, the ‘cook’ used to spread
The poisonously delicious food of his.

We humans are Idiots, bizarre we surely are
Always need a burn to be cautious of fire.
Take this rhyme which shows right way as the northern star
Believe me, for I ain’t the ‘cook’-the poisonous liar.