Even the pork pie,
Got tears in his eyes,
When he heard about the battle of the cake.
Got tears in there eyes.
As they heard about,
The battle of the cake.
Eye drops into the chair,
"Tell me my friend.
Were you really there?
At the start or the end".
Mon ami, "let me tell you how the food fight begun"…
" It came out of the blue,
Under the sun baked sky.
Kicked off one cold and crispy night,
The spongecake got spiked.
After they set the Christmas pudding alight.
When one chocolate cake turned dark,
Which turned the other white.
Battenburg stepped up to the plate,
Current bun thought it gave him a fright.
Even the cupcakes with butterfly wings,
Decided it was time to take flight.
When the lemon cake got drizzled on,
Carrot got caked upon, It wanted more.
When it heard the eggs were beaten,
Into submission the day before.
It wasn't very nice,
To watch the doughnuts get iced.
Even the Madeira cake got sliced,
When the baked Alaska
Came out half baked.
This my dear friends was the end,
Of the battle of the cake".
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-01-06 at 00:24
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Got tears in his eyes,
When he heard about the battle of the cake.
BATTLE OF THE CAKE
Even the pork pies,Got tears in there eyes.
As they heard about,
The battle of the cake.
Eye drops into the chair,
"Tell me my friend.
Were you really there?
At the start or the end".
Mon ami, "let me tell you how the food fight begun"…
" It came out of the blue,
Under the sun baked sky.
Kicked off one cold and crispy night,
The spongecake got spiked.
After they set the Christmas pudding alight.
When one chocolate cake turned dark,
Which turned the other white.
Battenburg stepped up to the plate,
Current bun thought it gave him a fright.
Even the cupcakes with butterfly wings,
Decided it was time to take flight.
When the lemon cake got drizzled on,
Carrot got caked upon, It wanted more.
When it heard the eggs were beaten,
Into submission the day before.
It wasn't very nice,
To watch the doughnuts get iced.
Even the Madeira cake got sliced,
When the baked Alaska
Came out half baked.
This my dear friends was the end,
Of the battle of the cake".
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 228 times
Written on 2022-01-06 at 00:24
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