Bitter Taste
The eggs have gone off
And the milk is sour
The butter is rancid
There's weevils in the flour
Throw in a pinch of resentment
Just a sprinkle of doubt
A dash of anger for flavour
Beat it in whilst you pout
Throw in a cup of whiskey
Add a spoonful of regret
Keep on with that stirring
Are we having fun yet?
Without the right ingredients
You'll know there's a mistake
Bitter and foul tasting
Without love you can't bake.