Oct 30, 2009 13:55
Right, yesterday was all about the boy. Today, I admit to one of my foibles. Okay. Just one of my foibles.
I Love Cakes
The papers say they're fattening
and not good for your health,
but I don't care and so I've grown
my very own cake shelf.
I just don't trust the Daily Mail
or even the Current Bun;
their ontological oncology
just isn't right for some.
So, I'm a little lardy-cake,
but no sponge, that's for schizzel.
I don't mean to fudge the issue,
but they're talking lemon drizzle.
Parsnip, carrot, jaffa cake;
buns with a cherry on top.
That's four towards your five a day-
don't tell me I should stop!
From Dundee to Madeira,
via Blackforest Gateau,
I think, perhaps, I can see how
my diet may have plateaued.
But I won't get in a flapjack
about my expanding belly.
I'll just have cake-hole surgery
like I've seen done on the telly.
Alas, my thin and youthful days
seem like a distant dream.
A mini-roll should cheer me up
'cause life is butter-cream.
Okay, so that's a bit speedy, but it's quick and fun and says I love cakes, so that works for me.
Huge thanks to all the people who sent me cake suggestions - I told you it was all useful stuff.
Now though, I think I'm going to have a banana, which is a bit healthier.
cake,
poetry,
slam