Oh, copper pan with silver lined
Now your status exceeds mine
You are the best, the supreme pan
And I am a mere, an also-ran.
I am made of stainless steel
So I don’t know how to feel
But copper has a warmth sublime
I wonder if you will be mine?
I’ll stand beside you on the shelf
And spin around, beside myself.
My heart is full, my mind is too
Won’t you tell me what to do?
Would you like a wedding dress
And a Rabbi there to bless?
Or an Imam or the Pope
He seems a really pleasant bloke
I am Jewish but do not need
To marry pans of the same creed
I do like some variety
Copper pan, please look at me!
Don’t reject me far too swift
I am easily dismissed
But stainless steel is very strong
Don’t make me wait and think too long.
I may descend to paranoia!
I’m being watched by the chip fryer.
Let me feel your copper form
That will make me safe and warm
To be fried in boiling oil
The notion makes my soul recoil
Please forgive my etiquette
I am polite till I forget