Just a bit of silliness that is sometimes needed in our world. A poem about implements.
Spatula Poem
There are many things to dread
when it comes to making a bum red.
A relentless hand as you lie across a hard lap
The wooden paddle as it makes a loud thrap
Belts and straps are quite stinging
Yet can lead to some tingling
But a spatula for goodness sakes.
That implement is for flipping pancakes!
End
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