Every verse that`s constructed is so hot
That even after being removed four hours later
From an ice cold and frozen, refrigerator
They`ll still burn your eyes on the spot
Each line, into your mind, will sear
A poetic cook, a verbal version of Bobby Flay
Each stanza, grill marks on your brain inlay
Leaving their evidence quite clear
An adept in enclosing every rhyme
Each noun is a kernel of brown rice
Not bland, BAM, Emeril adding spice
Verbs, and modifiers are the thyme
With diligence, constructions sauté
Each dish these letters fashion
Is marinated purest passion
Ready to eat, without any delay
Prepared for each and every taste
Produced without erroneous haste
So not a single word goes to waste.
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