Last Supper Poem by Brian Stafford

I had the key to your heart,
so I thought I’d keep it safe;
I kept it my pocket,
for another rainy day;
But you put it in the wash,
and washed it all away;
Couldn’t hide my pain,
has it went down the drain;
I was swimming in my coffee,
and you poured it in the sink;
I was floating in the clouds,
when you blew, it made me think;
I was standing on a pedestal,
when you had it taken away;
But I knew I had to worry,
as you cooked my supper;
I can’t say I’m in a hurry,
to eat a cane toad curry.