Custard – A poem by Stegalopolis Gnomopantalon


Yellow and gloopy
Yellow and runny
Yellow and lumpy
Yellow and funny
Custard I love you
Custard you’re great
Hot in a bowl
Cold on a plate
I like you with pie
I like you quite thick
I like you with jelly
Though some think that sick
But custard oh custard
You yellowly majestic confection
I love you so much
You give me an erection infection


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Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine. And so here I am. I am a badger. But then I'm not really a badger. I am a human. With badger like tendencies. I am a writer, a film producer and a social commentator. I am available for Breakfast TV shows, documentaries and chats in the pub with journalists where I am more than qualified enough to talk confidently about absolute shite and bollocks.