The Ballad of Chef Needle by Anwita Vasanth Koodalithazhathuveedu
Chef Needle was a fishing cat
Far more intelligent than that
Common fisherman she frowned upon
When eating fish, and thought him fat.
Her ship was envy of the world
More valuable than gold or pearl
Faster than peregrine in flight
No tempest strong would make it swirl.
One day, she proudly did decide
That no more would the monsters hide
From her, and perfect recipe
To make her rich on pounding tide.
And when she found the kraken fierce,
Astonished, she watched and saw it pierce
Her left leg, nearly torn in two
Too much to bear, she left in tears.
And so the still-determined Chef
Searches for the beast that left
Her empty handed, desolate
And for her leg, the price of theft.