Thaw some chicken from the icy cold:
Use your fridge unless you're feeling bold.
When it is soft and ready to cook
slam it flat with a mallet or book!
Preheat your stove four hundred degrees.
wait until it is hot, if you please.
With syrup and sauce so sweet you'll cry
mix equal amounts: give it a try
before it touches the uncooked hen.
Food safety now before it is then.
You may wish some salt, maybe a brine:
one percent will do most folks just fine,
but a sprinkle is good in a rush.
Before the oven makes the bird flush
dress her all saucily: get her hot!
Forty-five minutes give that a shot.
I do hope you put foil in your pan
unless of scrubbing you are a fan.
Use a thermometer to be safe
and use hot-pads or fingers will chafe.
Serve with salad: you want to be good!
Eat with potatoes: some say you should!
In either case this poem is done
but if you make this I hope its fun!

It is definitely late, but this is a poem based on the prompt from December 14th, 2023 at the D’verse Poets Pub called “Poetry Form: Rhyming Recipe.”