A poem based on my experience of weaning Baby Gubbins onto solid food (and my excuse ever since)
Weaning, with cake
I did not have the time to make
My food for lunch, so I ate cake.
I ate some cake for breakfast too,
(Too busy making food for you).
Your food is of the healthy type,
Organic, steamed, perfectly ripe.
Mine is of the “forbidden” kind,
But tastes SOO good, so I don’t mind.