Oh, my beautiful cooker that’s slow,
you always make magic whenever I go.
My creeping hunger your function prevents
You fill my apartment with heavenly scents.
Your masterpiece falls to my stomach, the holder,
Barbeque sauce bathing luscious pork shoulder.
I wrap your sweet treasure in hearts of Romaine,
Sending sweet notes of love from my tongue to my brain.
Mmmmm. Amen.
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