Our ancestors
Of those of the mankind
Which irony is but
Has had discovered
A clay is hardening in fire
Where they threw their game
Into the fire covered in the clay
With this a cookware had appeared
And a boiled food
You are, consuming boiled carrot
Acquire better beta-carotene
Which good is for your VIEW
Apparently THE you
Were meant
TO be discovering this trait
So means this that
You were meant to be discovering
The food have to be boiled
In order top extract
The beta-carotene
You were meant
TO be discovering the cooking
And nutrition
Value
Yet value of the foods
Is different from that of the the entertainment
However not if this isn't a cooking show
Some time ago
One or the few of human beings
Had figured to create a crepe
Before
They were hunting birds
And covering their bodies with no feathers
In clay
…
Produce the GUILLOTINE
….
And throwing those birds in fire
They figured clay is hardened by the this
And this resulted in cookware introduction
With what
The boiled foods appeared in Mankind
Due very basic eating the desire
This finding
This the finding
This the very finding
You were supposed to found
Being by then by nothing stupid really bound
The Garlic can be prophylactic or the medicinal
Stupidity against the modern world there is no vaccina
Some time ago
The humans were drawing scenes of hunt on caves the stones
Today they want that everything is digitized
Researchers, wankers, users of the phone
We reckon shall be greatly minimized
And then in land or the prior the agriculture
We won't be buying the imported the the fruit
For price exceeding any sane the bound
These centimeters are these way converted proper to the foot
Potato latkes, fried in oil
Are eaten every year
When calendars remind us
That our holiday is here.
To keep up the tradition,
There are choices we must make –
Buy them frozen in the market,
Use a mix (that’s a mistake!)
Find them in a local diner
Or, if you have time and space,
Gather all of the ingredients
And your cookware in one place.
Then you peel and grate potatoes
With an onion, egg and salt,
Plus you have to squeeze it dry;
(To leave some liquid is a fault).
Add in matzoh meal to thicken
While your oil heats in a pan;
Next, you fry them ‘til they’re golden
Or the closest that you can.
If you’re lucky, all your efforts
(For it is a lot of work)
Will be worth the energy you spent
(With compliments a perk).
Just as long as you eat latkes,
Get them any way you’ve chosen.
Since I spent all morning grating,
Come next year, I’ll go with frozen.
Dead Skunk Season, it goes best on a roast,
then sliced nice and thin, and served up on rye toast!
Dead Skunk Season, oh it costs, but you’ll pay!
A dash in the eggs drives the in-laws away!
Dead Skunk Season, no live critters were harmed;
the label says road-kill, but don’t be alarmed!
Dead Skunk Season, Gordon Ramsay’s a fan;
When it ruins your cookware, you’ll buy his new pan.
Dead Skunk Season, have some more if you please,
and while you are at it, pass the Limburger cheese!
The invitation spelled my name
“Eileen,” which I don’t do.
We’ve never met the bride and groom;
Her parents, though, we knew.
We skipped the wedding; sent a gift.
The thank you came today.
I laughed when I first read it;
This is what it had to say:
“Thank you very much for coming
To our wedding and, as well,
For the cookware set you gave us.”
Guess they couldn’t really tell
That among the many guests
Whose bodies added to the scene,
There were presents but no presence
Of the fictional “Eileen.”
If the deli seems smelly
and the fast food tastes rude
The time has come
to cook your own food
A piece of advice
ere you begin
Scrub and clean all the cookware
before the ingredients go in
Great Aunt Maude had a bejeweled flair
With red and blue rhinestones in her hair
Black fluffy coat resembling grizzly bear
We could never outguess what she would wear
Her glitzy outfits were worn with care
Silver sequined gowns, shoulders often bare
She entices old men on the town square
All could easily be lured to her lair.
Other ensembles could never compare
Her collars glistening with fluffy hare
Other women enjoy newest cookware
Great Aunt Maude dressed exotic as Cher
STOVE is my easle.
Cookware are my tools to reach
Creativity.
"Made In China"
They can have my money
If it saves me money
The toys I played with when I was young,
Says I enjoyed their hands
The Labels read
"MADE IN CHINA"
The cheap material on my back, the shoes I wore.
How easily they faded and tore
However, I enjoyed their hands
The Tags on my rags;
"MADE IN CHINA"
The car I own saves money on gas
A tiny Honda Civic, takes me everywhere
I love my sweet silver car
"Manufactured in China"
The never been used--Made in the USA--cookware I own,
Says, I don't work hard at all:)
Yummy to Chinese all you can eat take Outs
Thank you China for being part of this world
Better Yet!
Thank you China, for making this world a part of yours.
MADE IN CHINA
Shipped easily in a box
~SKAT~
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