a parody of 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!