- TC Lai retouched 2 May 2018
(original date of composition must be some years back!)
In the Land of Odour,
where a mighty flatulence had soured
Out came orcs and goblins from their lair
Into a better smelling place called the Shy-air
There lived the One Pan Bearer
who now looked a lot sicker
He had consumed a can of doubtful beans
His face a terrible sheen of pigeon-shit green
Whence upon the door came a knock
"Hey Prodo, it's me, Dandruff the Dork!
Or Dork "the Sort" who is wise and all
A wizard who still fiddled under his overalls
"Say, I have here a library book
Tells of your One Pan Wonder and a Martha cook
says it can indeed summon the deadliest arts
Much better than that Isengard fella, Cuisinart
"Ooh, Old Cui panned up something not quite swell
Gave me the runs from Bree to Rivendell
"Even The Nine Wraiths gave up on the scent
I must admit I farted out quite the stench
But, oh well, let's go find that larder room
Whence once they forged the One Pan at Mount Doom
"For things are finally afoot
Folks are hawking hosin sauce to chinchalok
Orcs and goblins robbing foodies along the way
I tell you, things are getting sibeh sway
"If we do not act LIKE NOW
Souron "the Foul Mouth chef" will scowl
And huff and puff he will
Send up oven flames from that biggen' hill
"And heat up this One Pan Wonder
A non-stick, ceramic-coated killer
"And sift and flap and he'll be a "ya-ya" king
All of us will become his spellbound underlings
And be served makan from his Kitchen's Hell
Until stomachs are upset, minds become swill
"And our desire for fab food bid bye-bye
Gone to the Grey Havens like those Eldar guys
"So quick, come with me on this journey
Across the clumpy Milkwoods to Michelin Bree
Where a stranger of a ranger called A'Hawthorn
Is sharpening his knife and removing feet corn
"See, he's walked a thousand miles hungrily
Touting Makansutra's new spiritual journey
So he could return to his Condo Land a wise king
Able to instruct his Pinoy maid exotic foodie things
"But not until tested he is with that evil rounded wonder
That One Pan non-stick that's nothing but trouble
For recipes are no good if you are under its spell
That owning that One Pan will surely make food sell
"Did not the old songs sing?
That sumptuous meals take practice to wring
Every bit of taste and flavour
To take one's palate to a place of splendour!
"So Prodo, hurry up and pack
We from here must leave like thunder crack
And Pantwise Greedy we will bring
For he who is now outside the window listening
"Pantwise you fool!
Words of the One Pan Wonder is not cool
Say you deny all that's been heard
That, that...old-style cooking is worth singeing a beard
"A roaring fire, an iron skillet
Is all a chef needs to muster up
What your grandmother fed your mother
And your mother is feeding you and your brother!
"Yes, yes, Dandruff the Dork
I swear I swear I'd never heard your crock
About that verily Ein-Pan-Wunder
That seems to make meals so much easier
"I swear I'll stick to Prodo
Like an old iron skillet to sizzling bacon
And never leave his side
Just like Jack and Ennis in Brokeback Mountain
"Hey, hey Pantwise
Keep him in your pants if you must
As long as he is far far away
From Souron's Doom and Lust
And so with that and a thunder clap
Dandruff, Prodo and Pantwise left
And of course they did bring along
Merrycock and Peepen so we could all...
Some day...
Turn their adventure into a One Pan Wonder song
The end
(A story that grew very much in the telling! Haha....Thanks to Matt Tan of SBM for reminding of this silly ditty done on a whim. ;-))
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