Don't beef about it.
Those sausages are NOT cooked,
I've looked.
They're still PINK!
I think
they need a few more minutes.
Give them time to fry.
Time flies, they say.
And so do pigs....
But hey!
Your sausages need time.
(NOT metricated time, either)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem not only makes me chuckle, but it cooks up chuckles from others as well.