Nasty, Nasty
The gremlins in my kitchen make
No end of problems with this cake
They've hidden butter, eggs and flour
Turned the clotted cream quite sour
I'm minded them now to berate
The guests are here, but the cake's late
What can I say in my defence?
Begone ye Gremlins - get ye hence!
| Contributors: | fester, loaf, Roland, Apsley, P. |
| Poem finished: | 10th January 2001. |