My wife, a chef, didn’t like meringue,
She thought it was far too sweet,
Then her first attempt at it brought no harangue,
But some customers entirely replete.
The truth is she never made any desserts,
Because she had a savoury tooth,
But now her loins are truly girt,
She’s a pastry chef forsooth!
She now dabbles with the creme brûlée,
The Tarte Tatin or Bombe Diane,
She’ll knock you up the odd soufflé,
Try stopping her if you can!
(I do not wish to because I have always loved puds!)
© Caro Ness 2015
Puds
25 Sunday Jan 2015
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