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