Look at these eggs as they stick to the pan,
four yolks beaten to death as no one can.
A teaspoon of milk and and a glob of butter
taken from the strongest cow’s utter
couldn’t make these weak whites shudder.
My whisk can’t fix this breakfast bisque,
and I dare not take no other risk.
My cooking stinks me thinks is clear,
the damage is done, and quite severe.
Millions dead from the taste of salmonella,
and no one thought to add the nutella!
What more can be said Mr. Televangelist?
This chicken was a fascist!