Monday, 8 February 2010

The Big Bad Cake.

is sitting in my fridge,
yelling "Eat me! Eat me! Cut yourself a splidge!"
his wheat will make my tummy green
his gluten will poison my in-test-tine
but still he's yelling "Eat me! Eat me with a cup of tea!"
The BIG BAD CAKE is going thumpety, thumpety,
thumpety, thump, thimp on the fridge door,
but I don't want no big bad cake making my bowels sore,
no more chocolate topped hemorrhoids,
marzipan colon,
recommended in the shops by Coleen Nolan,
The BIG BAD CAKE will not get the better of me,
I'm happy with my 'Free From' range and injecting peppermint tea.

1 comment:

Ray said...

This is a brilliant poem. It makes me think of Michael Rosen's 'Quick Let's Get Out of Here' poems. It would work well with children :o)