At first it was green eggs and ham
Then it was spam in a tin can
Now I'm no flash in the pan
And I don't go by the name of Stan
I love a warm, flaky apple flan
And scones with thick cream and jam
To a pot of tea I say, "I'm your fan!"
Especially after riding a rickety old tram
Sundays was buttery veggies and minted lamb
Desserts were always cooked best by Nan
Into my mouth the delicious food I did cram
It was Pop's colourful language which gave me my tan
I hope you enjoyed this poetry slam
But if you don't like it I don't give a damn
I gotta go now, Yes I gotta scram
Good night ma'am!