Flaming Christmas Fare

By Makis
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The flaming pud was always a hit
With our dog, my brothers and me
Filled with spices of exotic hue
We never quite knew just how to behave,
How to control that unstoppable crave
For the unctuous mound
Round and shiny, like the over-fed hound
Who was always to be found by our knee
With pleading eyes and resident flea
Our hound simply lost his mind
As mum emerged with the flaming feast
The beast, having not yet dined
And in need of refuelling
Emerged drooling from beneath the table
And launched himself like a doodlebug
Casting flaming pud into shag pile rug
People yelped in disbelief as pud and rug embraced
The flaming mess set rug alight
And try as we might with flailing feet
And frenzied waving, the flames increased
As all attempts at saving the day
Went the way of disaster, our hopes
Of scoffing flaming mound dying faster
Than our urge to strangle the hound
The moral of this tale is clear
When drooling over Christmas pud
You should never allow a slobbering hound
Within bounding distance of grinning mum
As she enters the room with glorious fare
Soaked in flaming brandy
Always keep handy, when hope is waylaid
A means of summoning the fire brigade
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A vivid description of the
A vivid description of the scene, I could picture the whole episode in my mind.
Happy Christmas and a Hopeful New Year.
Jenny.
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Gave me a big smile for the
Gave me a big smile for the beginning of the day, thank you.
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