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Spatula Poem



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!


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