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Places of interest / Other Interests, Hobbies etc => Other Interests, Hobbies etc. => Poetry. => Topic started by: Beryl on January 11, 2012, 10:09:16 PM
Stuck up
The Vicar, he made some marmalade
To sell at his garden fete
He was in a bit of a hurry because
He'd left thing a little late
He used a large pressure cooker
To get the job done really fast;
When the cooking time was over he said;
"Some marmalade at last"
He removed the weight from the nozzle
Without releasing the pressure;
Marmalade stuck to the ceiling
In a unique and unusual measure
He stood looking up for a moment or two
In a rather disturbed curiosity
As marmalade squeezed through the nozzle
At an exceedingly high velocity
It slid down the walls and over the stove
And slithered into the grill
When his wife came into the kitchen
The pitch of her voice was quite shrill
Marmalade reigned for several days
One's slippers stuck to the floor
Going from one room to another
One's hands would stick to the door
It was walked from the kitchen into the diner
From the diner to the lounge then the hall
But I think the look on the Vicar's face
Was stuck to my mind most of all
©Beryl Ladd