Your Spatula

Your spatula, a humble hero,
A sleek, silver‑tongued companion in the pan,
Flipping pancakes with a gentle flick,
Turning golden biscuits till they’re golden‑tan.

In the sizzle of a Sunday fry‑up,
It slides beneath the bubbling batter,
A quiet choreographer of breakfast,
Guiding each morsel to the plate, no chatter.

When the sauce clings thick and rich,
It scrapes the bottom, saves the last savoury drop,
A trusty ally in the kitchen’s dance,
Never slipping, never needing to stop.

So here’s to you, dear spatula,
Your steadfast curve and steady hand,
The unsung maestro of the stovetop,
Turning ordinary meals into something grand.