Secret Recipes
by: Retsim Laudividni
Oh delectable shards of my mooey friend
I’ve encountered you mashed, cased and heated
Goodness, you’ve been here for quite some time
Your skin bears wrinkles of experience and wisdom
If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to take you home
I reckon a cold slumber is best at your end of days
As I ponder your recyclical fate
Lights out for now my future boost
Rest assured and in peace
Confident in the meaning for your existence
Goodness gracious I am famished
Procrastination has left my resources barren
There is no time left to go out and gather
It is the dawn of innovation
The flame of inspiration audaciously blazes
Step one, establish inventory
Feels like it’s time for some cultural fusion
But first, let’s make our acquaintances
My two round and floury vehicles
I’d like you to meet an old ballpark staple
This is no shindig with no supporting cast
Welcome, savory pasteurized secretion
The pleasure is all mine sweet and tangy number 57
Enchanté, Simpson-yellow semi-spicy spread
I believe it’s time to boldly go
This recipe has created itself
Simple strokes of genius are indeed rare
Better double-up the paper plate
A 90 second zap should be just right
As the aroma disperses throughout the dwelling
A 60 second cool down
Quarter it with kitchen shears
Plop on the couch
Turn on the tube
Alas, you’ve done it again
I present to you the hot dog quesadilla
The most vile experience for the senses
But there can be no uncreations
A recipe best kept a secret
Simple strokes of genius are quite rare indeed
