Shame about the pudding
I heard the man declare
Others could not say a word
Only stand and stare
I did as the instructions said
An embarrassed cook replied
Don’t worry, it isn’t all that bad
A passing postman lied.
Perhaps it will come in handy
For wedging the door of my hut
Or if Manchester get the Olympics
Ideal for use in shot putt.
It could also be used for destruction
If fitted to a chain
Swung from a crane on old buildings
For crushing the walls into grain.
And what about used as a roller?
Keeping the lawn nice and flat
We must not waste all that flour
Not forgetting the ten pounds of fat.
Its stand there looking repulsive
Resembling a nasty slag-heap
One thing of which I am quite certain
I have not a doubt it will keep.
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