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William McGonagall is alive and well
Sep. 6th, 2004 01:18 pmI'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.
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.
