A Pillar of Cater

A Pillar of Cater

A pillar of cater
Does look so much flatter.
It resembles batter
That’s stuck to my shoe.

But what does it matter,
This pillar of cater,
Who now looks like batter
That’s stuck to my shoe?

I think it does matter.
This pillar of cater
Doesn’t like being flatter,
Or stuck to my shoe!

Yes, I’m sure it does matter,
This pillar of cater.
I wish he’d be fatter,
Not stuck to my shoe.

Perhaps this pillar of cater
Had once been far fatter,
Eaten from silver platters,
Now he’s stuck to my shoe.

I now hear the patter
Of rain going splatter
And mourn the pillar of cater
Now stuck to my shoe.

I know one thing that matters:
This green pillar of cater
Certainly looks a lot flatter,
Since he’s stuck to my shoe.