Mr Kipling Poem by Simon Gowen

I was feeling kinda peckish
Then I heard my tummy rumble
So I thought I'd open up my box of
Apple, Pear and Custard Crumble

No sooner had I picked one up
And sampled this fine mix
My box was in an empty state
I've somehow eaten SIX

I remember how it started
The rest is just a haze
And now I find I'm tucking in
To Kiplings cakes most days.

My wife has made a salad
Occasionally she bakes
But I constantly remind her
Mr Kipling makes exceedingly good cakes