National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Thursday, 3 October 2013

Custard

I need for custard on my pudding
But I’m poor and custards over priced
Custard used to only be for us poor folks
those rich people had cream that’s always iced

I need some Birds custard powder
the one that’s in a yellow tin
I don’t sod around with all those egg yolks
it always turns out to thin

My spotted dick is missing something
My apple pie is pining too
I need some custard for my pudding
Crème fresh it really doesn’t do.

 
dedicated to  Vince Tillman   






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