I need a wok
A wok
Once and for all
I would bounce it
Use it everyday, it may not break
Sometimes I chuck away for another
It would not rust
With the wok
I would fry
would boil
would saute
would stew
Sometimes I do pour cold water over
A wok to last a lifetime
It depicts good foods, good friends
Would hang around my kitchen like a friend
Easy to handle
Where to find such
Not too thin
Nor too thick,
One day it may break
Just ordinary like China
I do not like stone.
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