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
Cogito Ergo Mum 
Reblogged this on josandelson and commented:
Worth reading again!
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Thank you Jo. Glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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Fabulous!
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Hee hee. Thank you.
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Ha, hysterical although hope not a personal experience and if so, you showed him the door!
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A handful of made-up-stuff with a pinch of real-life-experience. No lasting damage done though. Thanks for commenting.
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Perfect! With a nice squeeze of lemon 😉
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Ha. Yes indeed – right in the eye.
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Good – as usual. 😉
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Thank you lovely 🙂
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