What is Said

I met a very special man today

who goes by the name of Mister Grey.

He told me of the time he sailed

upon crashing seas he never failed

until his back cracked all about

and he had to retire without a pout.

Next to him was a renowned chef,

who wanted me to call him Polnareff.

A frenchman in America with a thought

new to crafting dishes in porcelain pot,

but even he ran short of ideas fresh

and melded into the elderly mesh.

His mentor announced her presence

proudly announcing herself Prudence.

She was birthed to a rancher's farm,

for her goals she avoided no harm

and made a legacy of all food,

being all the happier in mood.

The corner of the group was raised up

by a coal miner named Steve Penup.

He performed miracles in caves

for men who loved his acting raves,

but he left his dreams for the mine,

never seeing the Hollywood sign.

A voice chirped from among them

from the young Jenny Klemm.

She showed her spaceships high,

sparkling imagination in her eye

with a mind greater than all,

she never sought to heed a call.

We could all hear more than what is said,

If we took time to see a cemetery head.