Butter

My heart burst,
Well, to be honest, that’s quite a bit of hyperbole,
It was more of a flip, a blip, or even just a skip,
An irregularity that occurred with such regularity
That the doctor prescribed a pharmaceutical remedy;
Something to help me keep a rhythmic beat
Perhaps It’ll also help with my two left feet?
If I try, I can almost feel the flutter,
Like my heart is whispering an aside,
Probably something snide
About eating too much butter!
Yes, I think my heart’s voice, if it could be heard,
Would be on the snarky side,
Itching to take a sarcastic bite out of my own damn hide.

Where was I? Oh yes, my heart was a’flutter,
Would you mind passing the butter?