The ElectricWok
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'Twas spill-ed, and my slimy toes
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Did slide and slipple in the muck;
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All messy were my eyes and nose,
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And on my carpet the tofu stuck.
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"Beware the electricwok, my son!
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The sauce that bites, the mustard with spice!
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Beware the sweet-and-sour pork, and shun
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The tofu cookie batter batch!"
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He took his spatula in hand:
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Long time the nonstick type he sought.
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So placed it he, by mushrooms three,
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And went to get the wok.
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Before the oven--gas--he stood,
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Castiron wok on burner of flame,
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Poured oil to coat the bottom good,
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As tofu burbled its own name.
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One, two! One, two! And stir and stir!
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The spatula went slither-splat!
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He fried it black, and on a plate
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He brought it, sizzling, back.
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"And didst thou disdain the electricwok?
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Bring to my table, my tofu and more!
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Stirfry today! Tofu! Hooray!"
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Then he spilled it on the floor.
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'Twas spill-ed, and my slimy toes
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Did slide and slipple in the muck;
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All messy were my eyes and nose,
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And on my carpet the tofu stuck.
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