The swish of a knife the sizzle on a pan
Sweet sweat on the clavicle of a recognizable tan
As I sneak on the bearer the fritters come alive
In a frenzy of grease they begin to jive
The bearer undaunted turns about face with guile
With a hot flat handle she threatens awhile
But the mirth on her face has put me to ease
The fritters keep popping the sweat doesn't seize
Just then in that moment of unfettered love
White froth in steel threatens to run amok
With seconds to spare the golden beads are mixed
The burgeoning broth of goodness ceases to resist
As the clock chimes the fifth time and the sun starts to alight
The aroma of the broth and the sweat seem just right
Like yesterday the heavenly sip has renewed the bond
O' mother without you I would be a fish without a pond.
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