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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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