You Don'T Know Clean Like I Do
This pan just won't do,
As you can see it's dirty,
Put it through the wash.
Can water purge grease,
Not hot or cold but scalding,
Enough to sear flesh.
Unwanted blotches,
And all things original,
Are not fit for kings.
Copyright © Michael Zavaletta | Year Posted 2016
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