Cast on the heat
Tenderly spitting meat
Cracking up, egging on
Sunny side up shone
Oiling our appetite
Feeds a healthy fight
Over pan-fried fishes
And wiping the dishes.
So who caught the catch
In this best match?
Mine to spread a toast
Butter her up boast
Sheden sizzles hot
I sure lucked the pot.
Your a poet, but you knew it.
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