What You Are Not

You are not the apple of my eye
You are not the cherry in my pie
You are not the plum upon my thumb
You are not the last, delicious crumb
You are not the icing on my cake
You are not the meal I’d choose to make
You are not the cat who got the cream
You are not the flavour of my team
You’ll never be my honey bee
Because you’re not my cup of tea.