A strong steady fire
is what I hope for.
Too long the pre-heating
and energy is wasted.
Team of chefs
well-steeped in your craft
tossing me into the stew:
Please pierce my brain from the first
to dispel steam,
to allow even cooking.
Please discard the worn-out recipe.
Pick me to serve a higher purpose.
A decades-old poem reworked in exactly 55 words for Friday Flash 55.
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