The Spatula


The Spatula

A Poem by TTBoy

Warning
This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.

You Came

 in my kitchen

After all that we

did together

You Came

 in my kitchen

I was to make pancakes and

sausage and eggs

and bacon

when I got in from the grocery store

But after placing the bags down

on the counter

I couldn’t help but find

the spatula

 that had been spat on

Only a twat could spit like that

on a piece like that

But breakfast couldn’t wait

I couldn’t wait

I should have known that

the spatula

was the only thing we hadn’t used

to do what we do

And since you buttered it up

For Me

I could put the new sticks in the fridge

I look forward to having breakfast wih you

I have such wonderful ideas

for the sausage

next time

© 2010 TTBoy

One thought on “The Spatula

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