Saucy Cook’s Love Poem
I want
to get your measure, weigh you up, stir and blend with you,
Occasionally
freeze, heat you up and warm you through
Keep
you on the boil; sizzle with you.
Now
and then you’ll no doubt boil over
And
I’ll want to beat you, bake you, fry and grill you, fill you;
I want
to eat you, toss you, sugar and spice you
Simmer
and garnish, tenderise and ice you.
For
you’re my crumpet, my plum duff
You’re
my spotted dick;
You’re
my glace cherry cake
My
melting cheese straw stick;
My
meat and two veg
My Camberbert
wedge
My
rolly-polly pud;
My
toad-in-the-hole,
My Dover soul – and boy do
you taste good!
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;-)
Naughty, but nice when taste and timing are just right!
By MD and one of Dr Who's former assistants has a copy from years ago with permission already for it to be performed FOC!
xxxxx 0000 xxxxx
;-)
Naughty, but nice when taste and timing are just right!
By MD and one of Dr Who's former assistants has a copy from years ago with permission already for it to be performed FOC!
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