The Brigade de Cuisine

The preparations for the
Annual Nocturna Founders Dinner
Had been hectic.

Fortunately,
The final course
Of a memorable
And chaotic evening
Had now been delivered.

Allowing the club’s
Head Chef to make his way
Out to the canal dock,

Pull up a wooden crate,
Stoke his
Churchwarden pipe,
Close his eyes,

And enjoy
A well-earned
Moment of solitude
And reflect on the day’s events.