NorthantsPoet
03-04-2008, 11:26 AM
Good day all, firstly thanks for taking a look! I am new here and have enjoyed lreading some of your poems, so i thought i would share one of mine!
Betty's Balm Cakes
Betty baked some lovely things,
Pies and cakes and that,
But whenever she baked balm cakes
They always turned out flat,
They never would come out just right
No matter how she'd try
Hard as iron, crust like rock
It almost made her cry.
So then one day she made her mix,
She thought 'I'll make those beggars rise'
She added some viagra,
Now! that gave her a nice surprise,
She gave some to her neighbours,
They clammered back for more,
So successful they became
That she opened up a store.
The village that she lived in
Seemed to change, almost overnight
Cos' after eight o clock at night
You couldnt see a light,
The dance they held on saturday
Was nearly always full,
With Aunty Ethel and her low cut blouse
Always on the pull.
There were queues all down the village road,
The women couldnt understand
How all their husbands, through eating cakes
Had changed to superman,
The birth rate almost trebled
The vicar rushed off his feet
WIth all the extra christenings
The schedules he had to meet.
But sadly things just couldn't last
The authorities shut her down
When they analysed the balm cakes
They nearly dies at what they found.
So village life returned to normal
Through certainly there wasn't so much fun
Poor Aunty Ethel still buys balm cakes
In case they missed just one.
If you liked it please take a look at my website, it contains more of my poem and information about my latest book!
Please enjoy!
Kind regards
dave
Betty's Balm Cakes
Betty baked some lovely things,
Pies and cakes and that,
But whenever she baked balm cakes
They always turned out flat,
They never would come out just right
No matter how she'd try
Hard as iron, crust like rock
It almost made her cry.
So then one day she made her mix,
She thought 'I'll make those beggars rise'
She added some viagra,
Now! that gave her a nice surprise,
She gave some to her neighbours,
They clammered back for more,
So successful they became
That she opened up a store.
The village that she lived in
Seemed to change, almost overnight
Cos' after eight o clock at night
You couldnt see a light,
The dance they held on saturday
Was nearly always full,
With Aunty Ethel and her low cut blouse
Always on the pull.
There were queues all down the village road,
The women couldnt understand
How all their husbands, through eating cakes
Had changed to superman,
The birth rate almost trebled
The vicar rushed off his feet
WIth all the extra christenings
The schedules he had to meet.
But sadly things just couldn't last
The authorities shut her down
When they analysed the balm cakes
They nearly dies at what they found.
So village life returned to normal
Through certainly there wasn't so much fun
Poor Aunty Ethel still buys balm cakes
In case they missed just one.
If you liked it please take a look at my website, it contains more of my poem and information about my latest book!
Please enjoy!
Kind regards
dave