David Wood (07 April 1950 / London)
He stood all of 5 feet 5 inches,
A legend in his own underpants
Vainly displaying his credentials
Of a rolling pin and soup spoon.
He was a television phenomenon
A big TV star, a celebrity chef.
The world was at his size 8 feet:
A chef’s hat hid his partially bald head.
He was a name on a thousand households
Lips. His cupcakes a true legend:
He was a boon to all marketers
And starred in many TV commercials.
Heads would turn in the street when
He walked past and people wanted
His autograph, he always carried a pen.
He was so proud of himself.
But what did he do for society?
What did he do for the world’s poor?
Did he ever win a Nobel Prize for medicine?
No, just another of life’s parasites.
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