William McGonagall is alive and well

[venta]

I'm just munching a small custard pie/tart (Bakers Over, 40p, not bad), and I've suddenly noticed that the bag it came in bears A Poem.

It begins "Early in the morning while you're sleeping/Bakers' alarms are bleep, bleep bleeping." and meanders along, containg such horrible lines as "Cakes with cream, cakes with caramel, they're so fresh you can't resist the smell."

A note at the bottom tells me it was written by a fourteen year old from Essex. I'm not sure it's his fault; I wrote some pretty horrible poetry myself aged 14. But what on earth possessed Bakers Oven to share it with the world ?

Ouch.

Comments

[venta.livejournal.com]

Pah. You mean there's a stone that says he's buried there. He's alive and well and siring sprogs in Essex, I tell you.

[wechsler.livejournal.com]

Oh he *was* buried there, but he escaped. Some people can't take a hint.