A pork loin cold and pale did lie
In a pan, trussed and string uptied
What would be its uncertain fate?
But a hero soon swung open the gate -
With a spoon, like a sword, in his hand
The baster-as-weapon would save all the land!
He ground, and chopped, and then mixed up
Salt, pepper, and onion (about half a cup)
Fennel, honey, and mustard so bright
Wine, ginger, and clove, a glorious sight!
He whisked and scraped with flourish and glee
This tasteful sauce, so wonderful-ly
