My apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning. I haven't attempted to write a sonnet in five or six years. But the first line got stuck in my head after I summarized for my guildmates how exactly the 525-600 cooking process works.
How do I cook that? Let me count the Ways.
I cook that with a Pot, an Oven, Grill,
Steaming, Brewing, with hoak and Wok, zen skill
With meats, fish, veggies from my soil arrays.
I cook that rice pudding and turtle braised
With help from my bee-eff-effs at Halfhill.
I cook that bloodied, as toons seek for kills;
I cook that patiently, with Pagle's praise.
I cook that with a focus I often use
In my endgame and with my guildmates phased.
I cook that for a dish I must not lose
For my buff -- I cook that with the great grasp,
Chaos of all my taps! -- and if say Blues,
I shall cook that better in Legion's clasp.
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