Fire heats iron,
Smoke rises higher,
Bubbling oil,
Explodes and boils,
The tunicked figure smiles,
As he cooks food with style.
Mushrooms, acorns,
Salt and peppercorn.
Altogether, laced the fish,
And produced yet another dubious dish.
I haven't been on for four years, so hello to those who've followed me! This poem is dedicated to my old fanfiction group: Neo-Triforce, I've stayed in touch with one of our members, but alas I have not heard anything from the other, who was a dear friend. Kitty, if you're reading this please stay safe, love ya, and don't be afraid to talk to me!