When giving a new recipe a try,
I cut into an onion and begin to cry.
Despite all the effort I assemble,
My upper lip is a steady tremble.
So I excuse myself,
Because emotions are bad for health.
And into the bathroom I go,
To recover my lost machismo.
As I flex my biceps in the mirror,
I can feel my virility drawing nearer.
I do it a couple times more,
Before I open the door,
And when I get back to the kitchen,
I’m like a new man on a mission.