Perfect porridge

Hey blondie, don’t pout! Once upon a time I’d’ve pulled you close, told you a tale or two; made your hair curl. But among the tape-measured stats content yourself with a glamourous pick ‘n’ mix lifestyle; wavering between hot stuff and tepid nonchalance. Too salty to lick? Keep sprinkling the sugar honey ‘cos there’s wolves roaming tonight and if you’re not careful they’ll shred your innocence. Wrap your thoughts up safe and stuff in your pocket. You never know when that chair will give way; leave you sprawled on the floor. Always look for the way out and make sure you carry a spoon.