Pancakes

thanks to Eric for this gem. slant rhyme FTW!

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You were like my pancake, I think I suppose.

You tasted good with syrup, that’s all I know.

But now the taste is gone, the sugars all slime.

A lump on my plate, only plain in my mind.

No taste, no flavor, you lie there dead.

Was the taste for real? Was it all in my head?

Your hardness to my fork is all but proof.

You would make a good frisbee if I threw you from my roof.