The story of Steve (the christmas pud)

[jimbo1605]

I have not seen my daughter(who lives in the black country) for over 9 months now and she made us a lovely christmas pudding. But if this wasnt enough she wrote a little ode /poem to accompany the pud that she has called Steve. This isnt abnormal at all for her because she has a stuffed duck along with ducklings and a stuffed fox in her dining room all with names. We were just glad that Steve was merely a pudding.

So here goes "The ballad(ish) of Steve(the pud)

Steve started as just some currants, cherries and suet:

But who would of knew it.

He fell in the way of the demon drink,

It was Sherry at first

And then whisky at worst.

Little tipple everday

Made the pain go away.

And as he became more delicious,

His drinking became more malicious.

Until one day, he realized one day,

He was going to go away.

To Clacton where he could fill bellies of wonderful , kind people who his maker loves.

He decided being a pud wasn't so bad

And though things were sad,

He could be the little pud that could

And bring joy to his brotherhood."

[Jmiller623]

I love it. Bravo! 👏👏👏Although from the pond over yonder, one of my favorite poets is a native Brit by the name of Wendy Cope. Very snarky with some dark humor similar to your daughter. An appropriate sample for the season:

A Christmas Poem

At Christmas little children sing and merry bells jingle,

The cold winter air makes our hands and faces tingle

And happy families go to church and cheerily they mingle

And the whole business is unbelievably dreadful, if you're single.

Hope you enjoy the pud! Merry Christmas to you and Pooh Bear. 🎄🎄🎄

[jimbo1605 in reply to Jmiller623]

Lovely reply and steve was amazing and did his ceremonial duty of being eaten. I will relay your comments to my daughter Jo. wishing you and all a much better 21.

[stiff19]

😂👍👍

[svfarmer]

That’s brilliant 🎄🎄🎄🥰

[suzannah16]

I shall think of Steve as I eat mine. yum

[Dustb]

That's so lovely. Made me smile.