Salmon and Eggs (poem)
Beaters ready to pour
onto pan, hot to sizzle.
Slimy to touch the next
ingredient, fall in soldier.
The found creature,
brought by those of the Red Sea.
Quick and unforgiving, the pan;
non-stick is so untrue.
Onto my plate, down the
throat-hole into nirvana.
Satisfaction arrives on time.
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