Overcooked

The pan was crusted with the sad burnt remains of what was suppose to be an egg.
Black smoke rose from the pan and the smoke alarm had just finished going off.
The place reeked of a ashy, burnt, musk.
Scraping as hard as I couldIt was near immpossible to get the remains off the pan.
And after trying so hard!
This was the thrid attempt and yet frying a simple egg was just something I couldn't do...
I guess it's back to cereal and toast...