Crusty McBakeface Tells It Like It Is
I held this thing together,
I stayed strong around your airiness,
How wrong is it to be the one
that keeps us from precarious
collapse? “You are my rock!”, you said
as I was pushed towards the edge,
“Stand firm!” you cried, “it’s hot out there!”
You bet it was. Shall I compare
us now? You are the chosen one,
the one somebody feasted on,
you’re in their small intestine now,
demolished with a glaze-eyed “wow!”
your yummy fluffiness extolled...
and me? Oh, just the bit they hold
then leave like trash upon the plate -
just wrapping! Hardened, tasteless, cold,
rejected, boring, obdurate!
So tell your little doughballs
“Children, when you hit the oven shelves,
it’s everybody for themselves
so sniff the glory! Rise to it!
Self-preservation is a must!
Be the yummy squidgy bit
but never, EVER be the crust!”
3 April 2019
For Caren and Rhona, having promised them a super-weird personification. I could write these all day :-)
Copyright © Nina Parmenter | Year Posted 2019