Basic Guide To Custard Safety Poem by steve stirk

I musta often lusted for the custard of me Ma
She trusted us to leave it in its washed out custard jar

One day the jar got busted and the custard home became
A rinsed out English mustard jar appearing just the same

The now adjusted custard jar was soon to realise fame
She stood it by the mustard but the custard had no name

At teatime Dad had argued with me Mam and gave her grief
He really threw a fit about his custard and roast beef

Meanwhile inside the nursery as the kiddies tried their sweet
Their Apple pie and mustard didn't really seem a treat

Mammy called the doctor who on his arrival said
The mustard musta killed em but in any case they're dead

The moral of this story for the infant child or waif
Have Mustard-Custard guidelines which shall keep the children safe