Sausage in a Pot

          Sausage in a Pot

Sausage in a Pot

            (for Ana & Léo)

     I’m a sausage in a pot.

A pot that’s getting far too hot!.

But if I could escape this spot

It would not much improve my plight

Because the cooker is alight!.

     Instead of this hot-water can

I would prefer a frying pan –

To get more of a pleasing tan! –

But then my problem would remain;

The cooker would still cause me pain.

     It is my pre-determined fate

To end up on somebody’s plate

Whence I will very soon be ate.

My only hope is that I’ll be

Consumed with relish, avidly!.

     To all who hear my sad lament

I say “Don’t cry!”; my life was meant

To bring you tasteful fulfilment.

If, for that purpose I must broil,

It’s best that way; uncooked I’d spoil!.