Convenience afforded microwave

Especially one courteously wrapped ably

anonymously gifted to

an aspiring gourmet Chef Boyardee

i.e. not surprisingly... revealing mystery

person none other than...

yepper namely me.

 

Moost anyone can show

off culinary karate chop

suey, whether schooled among

fishy creatures either

from black lagoon,

or privately tutored,

(this haint no canibal)

courtesy mythological Cyclop,

somewhat riotously,

quirkily and precariously,

when blindsided flop

 

which slapdash loco motion often

misconstrued for latest dance moves

characterizing boogie woogie

(touting Louis Armstrong talents

as token bugle boy), and/or hip hop.

 

Audible sigh of relief exhaled by

none other than Chaim Yankel,

whose tail feathers ruffled

linkedin to setback, which former

(malfunctioning microwave) did rankle.

No longer must

hungry tummies all told

eat food frozen and/or cold

leftovers formed into Rorschach,

neigh Horseshack habitat mold

more suitable as clay pigeons,

where strong arms

analogous to accordion fold

readied to take aim and fire

young trumpeting Olympian trained

contestants, albeit aghast at

proliferating firearms when polled

wantonly, indiscriminately, and blithely

taking precious innocent lives

worth more than fine spun gold.

 

Eve vent chilly this monseigneur

and his madam

(Church Lady) conceding faithful

to follow and acquiesce

and countenance flimflam

toward yours truly,

no matter a fake Imam

who offered up feast

Earth friendly biologically/

genetically modified, prepared

artificial intelligent algorithmically

programmed manufactured in Vietnam,

who cooked delectable

Soylent green eggs and ham.

 

Best not prepare

former entree in microwave

lest they explode instantly

killing home of the brave

necessitating, none other

than one lame rhymester at large

to end poem quickly senseless verse

in order for his hide to save.