Patience

Patience Don’t you stick that prong in me! Who do you think you are? Step back from the cooker, Your behaviour is bizarre. I haven’t finished cooking yet, You will have to wait. You’ll ruin my appearance And get me in a state, Perfection isn’t easy, It takes a while you know, So go and do the ironing And leave this to the pro’s. Keep that oven door shut tight, Let me rise in peace, If you interfere again My stature will decrease. You can dress me when I’m ready, If you really must. It won’t take long, it never does, Stop making such a fuss, Ok I know that you’re excited, You’ve every right to be. There isn’t many birthdays Have a cake as grand as me!