The Flip Side
What did I ever do to you, that
you should batter me this way?
You’ve got me all stirred and mixed up – is there something special about the day?
You started by egging me on with your sweet, floury words,
You milked it for all it was worth - well, save it for the birds!
You really bowled me over, but I took it with a pinch of salt,
So you just let me stand around - I’m sure it wasn’t my
fault!
Then things started getting heated, you charmed me as if butter
Wouldn’t melt in your mouth -
I thought you must be some sort of nutter.
You pushed me across the
work-top, and I wondered what was my fate?
Out of the fire, into the frying pan - what a desperate state!
You tipped me right over the
edge, I felt completely beaten,
Getting me all hot and bothered, I felt so flat that with rage I was eaten.
You attacked me with that
spatula, and soon I became set in my
ways,
Underneath, I became quite browned off - the atmosphere was a haze.
You just threw me up in the
air, tossed like any play-thing,
But when I came down so
suddenly, I nearly hit the ceiling!
By now, I’d completely flipped and I landed back in the same
place.
You just carried on
regardless, as if you couldn’t lose face.
I felt as if I was now ready, and I thought I was going to
crack,
But you just pushed me to one
side, and said I’d have to wait in the stack.
You said you had other things
cooking - you started to mutter and chirrup,
Then you came over all sugary, giving me the usual syrup.
Then you couldn’t get enough
of me, your appetite I just couldn’t sate.
You said that you really
loved me, but that you had an awful lot on your plate.
Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2016
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