What Is Wrong?

The Day the Pan Lost Its Temper😄

A li’l fry as a try.. for the prompt started by Mark Crutchfield (Try using as many of these as you like in something short— a post, a poem, or a bit of nonsense: splat · wobble · squelch · plop · gurgle · thwack · sploosh · jiggle · boing · squish · bloop · clatter · thunk · wiggle · sproing · plunk · plonk · smoosh · rustle · dribble · thud · whoosh · fizz · pop · crack)

The weekend stretched,

a lazy cat,

no rush to move, no need for that.

I thought

I'd cook a simple meal,

a sunny egg, a happy deal.

But fate had other plans,

it seems…

my pan turned to crazy dreams.

But oh,

that egg had other schemes!

My peaceful morning burst at the seams.

Before the pan

could pop it out,

the howl itself kept up the threat,

and did its loudest,

day and night,

in any rough place where it splat.

The pan wiggled,

What is wrong?

It had no crack, no way to blow.

It fizzes too hard…

the fry went thud,

and clatter had to go too slow.

I took a bloop

to taste the broth,

then wobbled long enough to rest.

I let it wiggle,

let it sit,

then dribbled out… hmmm

to give the flavor one last test.

A little through

the lips and throat,

the egg was fried, the pan went free…

better than rustle,

better than bought.

This elephant got fixed. The end of me.