I wrote a poem about KingofFrogs


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In the realm of music, a frog did dwell,
KingofFrogs was his name, though talent lacked,
His beats were off, his melodies fell,
Rejected by all, his dreams were wracked.

To make ends meet, he sought a new path,
In a bustling kitchen, he found his place,
Creating dishes, sizzling with warmth,
Filling the air with a spicy embrace.

No longer a king in the music world,
But a humble cook, crafting flavors bold,
His creations a symphony unfurled,
Serving up joy, in pots and pans of gold.

KingofFrogs found his true calling at last,
In the art of food, his talents steadfast.