For the mighty Skillet
Who even in unknowing hands,
Holding a horrid menagerie of sacrifices,
Finds way to salvage and gift
A worthy meal.
May you rest honorably,
Far and above the simple pot
And unforgiving oven,
Beside the hundreds of dishes
You valiantly create.
Even after falling to rust and foolish care,
The Skillet holds true to their work:
Seasoned pork, the first meat
Teriyaki and soy noodles, suffering countless attempts
Shrimp, a master testing the different sauces
Hash browns, for joyous mornings.
Let none forget your battles,
Warrior of the kitchen,