No man needs me now to sieve his beer.

Make a roux of melted butter,flour
Stir it   round the pan without a pause
Then  pour  in the milk  a  glorious shower
And stir and stir  to break up lumps and flaws

All at once the wheat cracks and up swells
The  grainy sauce  should looks like velvet smooth
This   my secret pleasure I now tell.
For feeding men, my cooking ‘s a  mere ruse.

For in exchange for macaroni cheese
They’ll gently pour me sherry and red wine
And so it suits us women to believe
That most men are unadept without crime

So now I’ve shared my secret knowledge here
No man needs me now  to sieve his beer.