Bake Off - Bog Off

Bake Off – Bog Off

Whats the fuss, with the bake off,
It’s moving to Four,
You still have Paul Hollybobs,
His pearly whites assured,

Were all expecting change,
Mel and Sue now gone,
Mary Berry staying with Auntie Beeb,
This winter could be long.

But surely the real question to ask,
Not those, that are bogging off,
But will Paul Hollybobs keep his facial hair,
In a goatee shave off.

I cannot see it,
His beardy goatesque must remain,
Chocolate crumbs smothered,
Stuffing face with hairy meringue.

The midlife girls, eyes popcorn out,
Who swoon at Paul’s macho bakes,
Who needs muscles, when your skills are puff pastry and flapjacks,
Flexing those non-steroid beefcakes.

So long to Bake Off, on the BBC.
It wont be the same.
But remember it’s the contestants,
Not the presenters, that keep you watching this reality game.
They say !!

Perhaps they should a do an alternative version.
With Mel, Sue and Mary,
But with cake making, break dancing
Called Bake Off 2, Electric Bunaloo.

Therefore we would get two shows.
To watch with a slice of cake and a tea.
Hence, Bake off - BOGOF
Buy One Get One Free.


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Neil Clark

Thu 27th Oct 2016 11:02

Hi Steve,
Thanks for comment.
Glad you enjoyed.
The poem is flippant as the programme.
But harmless fun, not taken too seriously.

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Steve Higgins

Wed 26th Oct 2016 18:03

There's something on the news about this non-event everytime I switch on! What's the big fuss about! Enjoyable poem though!

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