Sunday, 22 March 2015

Brother Binky

The Dramatic Pudding

The custard flows through broken dams

Destroying cake based wigs and wams

The Isle of jam so hard to find

Cut off where yellow rivers wind

Their way through valleys wrought from sponge

Enclosed by seas of bleeding gunged

The God of spoons comes crashing down

To rip asunder pudding town

The warm inside exposed to air

Is swamped as yellow fills the tare

A floating island then ascends

to where the God of spoons intends

 To dump its burden, come back clean

Returning for the custard Queen

But sponge fights back with molten jam

To burn the tongues of beast and man

Yet men with wisdom rarely frown

Since jam and custard soon cool down.

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