Groovy Spatula

Peace.

I slither around the kitchen table

Because I am physically capable

To find the cuttlery that I cherish most

But not a toaster, because that cooks toast.

 

I flick my groovy spatula for the love of your arse

Not your mates one though, because I got yours a'las'

I fiddle with your groin buttons; you fiddle with my fly

Then fetch my spatula, for you to treat my nob-eye, yesaye

 

Jenny Thomson, I call you the cook

You have my spatula, and my cookery book

Do you get my euphemism? I do not even joke

Because I am a flexible guy, a top-top, well-sound bloke

 

Author's Note

winky winky ;)