From frostbitten,
To the sink,
I await you to wake.
Hours go by,
As you turn pink.
Making ground beef.
I cut the wrap,
Take you from the tray,
And put you in the pot.
Turning the stove,
Up to 9.
Out comes the seasonings -
So many to name.
I pour the flavors in,
Letting my gut decide to stop.
Mashing the beef,
Watching you turning brown.
Now,
Let\'s eat!
Making ground beef.