Apple Crumble
It was such a lovely weekend, and as usual, I played host,
We had visitors to lunch and so I cooked a Sunday roast,
My guests had plates stuffed full of food, but I was very good,
I had no roast potatoes and just one small Yorkshire Pud,
My tummy wasn’t happy; I could hear a distant rumble,
And lurking in the oven was a golden apple crumble
My husband said “You having some?” I took a little peek,
It looked gorgeous, I decided that I’d diet another week,
The crumble didn’t last long when it landed on my plate,
With lots of clotted cream on top, it really tasted great,
And then I heard a funny noise, whilst finishing up the cream,
My trousers were protesting, and they’d ripped right at the seam
Then I remembered my new product; my brand new shiny ‘Bosch’
Isn’t it a nuisance when clothes shrink whilst in the wash?
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