The Next Pour Age Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Rephrased, refrozen,
Kept in storage,
Ready for revival, the next pour age
When warmed just right,
He gets a rhythm, getting a word mien that's rather nice
User friendly when used properly,
Deployed in such a way that looking good is how it's looking,
A sight worth the price of binoculars
How good it feels to not as of yet be perishable,
Expiration date no such conclusion of arrival,
Just heat and serve the word