Cooking up a Bowl of Sweet Surprise

Tick tock, butter clock,
Covered up in chicken stock
Frothing broth and yellow carpet flies
Zipped up, fishy slop
Doused and splattered springy bok
Sizzling and rotting in the sun

An egg on the one hand
And several slides of acetate
Melted and sticking to the floor
Severed fingers
Several engagement rings
Added to the pot
When will the fun stop
Cooking up a bowl of sweet surprise

Sick sock, gutted cock,
Deathbed daughters bloody frock
Burning hair that's sticking to the pan
Hung up, horses clop,
Whipped up chips of beech tree bark
Crunchy with a hint of slimy moss

An eye on the one hand
And several balls of cotton wool
Fluffy like a bag of mouldy figs
Severed noses
Several plastic roses
Added to the pot
When will the fun stop
Cooking up a bowl of sweet surprise

Licked frog, sample tubs
Rich and rather soggy mud
Cow pats fresh and steaming from the field
Duck beak, cans of teak
Warm and smelly Irish peat
Bottles full of aromatic fuel

A knot on the one hand
And several sheets of office notes
Sticky like the most delicious glue
Severed elbows
Several insurance claims
Added to the pot
When will the fun stop
Cooking up a bowl of sweet surprise