Making Ground Beef

Xalvazora

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.

  • Author: Zora (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 23rd, 2025 10:32
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 10
  • Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy
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Comments4

  • Cheeky Missy

    Ground beef only needs salt to taste and all ton of diced onion, unless you're crafting a different dish, such as taco meat. Nicely rendered with excellent imagery and a tantalizing poignancy. Thank you for sharing.

  • sorenbarrett

    Indeed I have done it many times and you only left out burns from the oil spatters. Well done just like the beef

  • Poetic Licence

    That had wetted my appetite, enjoyed the read

  • Tony36

    Love it



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