Pudding

After slaving over Christmas dinner, to little appreciation,
Mrs Wick doused her little pudding in brandy and set it on fire.

Mr Wick coughed and died from the agonising burns,
Cursing his wife’s stupid pet name for him.

© Carl Burkitt 2015

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