5 December 2012
Mince pies!
Oh, a house of sticks, I'll just look inside... There may just be something yummy Playing 'Hide'...!
Something pink, Something fat, Something lovely to eat!
I'll just pop my head in And look for treat...
Hello, Good Morning! And how are you? You're baking something, Aren't you?
May I sit and sniff The swirling air? That coiling, billowing Smell so rare?
Ooh, lovely, A cup of golden tea! And What-Ho, What-Hey is this I see...?
As you open the oven and make for a plate, A pincey-moo, if I'm not mistake?!
That golden hue, That crumbly look, It's texture, Devine, If I'm not mistook...
Oh come to me! Thy perfect pie, You are the 'mincemeat of my eye'!
With teeth and tongue, Away you slip. My fingers giving up their grip.
And sitting now on taste buds, melting, My heart skips a beat, Another helping...?
Don't mind if I do! I'll have just one more... It surely can't hurt Though my tummy is sore...
Since now I have eaten Ooooh, 3? 4? Maybe 5? My belly has taken a slight nosedive...
My eyes, my eyes! I'd give my eyes, For just one more of those mince pies...
Oh Little Piggy! What have you done?! I'm fat as a sow, I've come undone!
Check the oven you say? Hmmm... Are there more pies? Don't mind if I do, It'll be my demise...
Clever piggy!! ;)
The Pig, The Wolf And The Pincey Moos • Opuss № I