Style of Pam Ayres

We had a challenge to write a poem in the style of Pam Ayres.  This is my effort... neither as charming nor as whimsical as an original but I thought it was a reasonable attempt.  Incidentally I am not that bad a cook, though it's true I don't do it often

I often wish I'd learned to cook
A thing so rare that people look
And stare, at the latest thing I've made.
Each ingredient is carefully weighed
And then I mix, and stir, and whip
Try a taste and burn my lip
But stew, or cake, or Yorkshire batter
Whatever I make it just don't matter
Plain home cooking or the latest fad
My dinner will taste especially bad
I'll tell you this, whatever you want
You'd do much better in a restaurant