I wrote down everything that came to mind when I thought of pancake day. Turns out I listed the ingredients for both pancakes, and a border-line abusive relationship. Who knew! Enjoy the poem. Enjoy the pancakes.
You really are a tosser
You leave me feeling flat
While you often buy me flowers
You often call me fat
You whisked me right up off my feet
Then gave my heart a battering
Your sugar-coated, bitter words
Milky sweet, yet ego shattering
For cracking my self-confidence
How can I help you to repent?
I could whack you with a frying pan
Instead, I’ll give you up for Lent