Feeling flat: A poem for pancake day

A poem where I wrote down everything I know about pancakes and realised that everything I know about pancakes is also everything I know about a flawed relationship. 

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
Milk-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

 

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