THE DIME-STORE WOK! EE! by GS Monks

a parody of Rev. Charles Lutwidge Dodgeson's (Lewis Carroll's) Jabberwocky

'Twas mid-day, and the Chinese wok

Did beckon from the store display;

Alluring was its nickel-sheen:

It was on sale today!

Beware the stir-fry world my son!

The oil that smokes and catches fire;

Beware the chicken breast that burns,

You are no chef for hire!

He heedless bought the deadly thing,

Long time the odd utensil sought;

And purchased, he, from a grocery,

Needed Szechuan stuff, new bought.

And as he fired his stove of gas,

The wok with smoke and tongues of flame

Did roar to life like some dread beast;

Hell on this Earth its name!

Braise one, blanch two, we're almost through,

His new chef's knife went "snicker-snack!"

With fresh-made bread, fire out, wok dead,

He kicked a cold one back.

"And hast thou lived through wok cuisine?

Come to my arms, my squeamish goy;

O use that wok no more again!"

He pleaded with the boy.

'Twas mid-day and the Chinese wok

Did beckon from the store display;

Alluring was its nickel sheen,

It was on sale today!