stove and cookin' poem

Felt like writing a poem after I finished my pizza tonight. You see, I have a new set of pots and pans I'm looking forward to using. They're still shiny and in the big box wrapped in plastic. Enjoy my poem.

That’s a nonstick surface! They should’ve warned.
Poisonous inside and easily thorned.
Lazy silver spoon or thick metal scraper,
The outer surface thin as grade-school paper.

Left in the cupboard or stored in the sink,
It’s days quickly number until it rots to a stink.
Mac ‘n cheese, chunky oatmeal, or white boiled rice,
It was pleasant to cook in-only just once or twice.
Molecules align and chemist’s new flavor,
Tri-ply and the stainless steel’s now in favor.
Out with the Tupp’ware and hydrogenated fats,
In the rubbish bin to be inspected by alley street cats.
It was fine for a time, but now for somethin’ better,
We knew it all-from the surgeon general’s letter.
Goodbye pink bowls and pots w’th stuck on stains,
A new nonstick surface now uniformly reigns.