If your tastebuds are a-tinkle
And your belly starts a-twitchin’
Head below the deck, old friend,
And come to Canker’s Kitchen.
Lummy snacks in flaming vats
of lumpish, scrummly sauce.
You’ll find it all in here, you will.
A feast awaits because …
There’s a squidger on the griddle
And some shrimp scales in the kettle.
Come and hear the tin lids rattle
As the deep-fried prawks all sizzle.
See the pots and pans all jostle
Round the hot flames in the middle.
But the recipe’s a muddle
And your belly’s all a-bungle
True, the soup is in a puddle
And the seaweed crisps are brittle,
But there’s plenty here to gobble
When your tummy starts to grumble.
Don’t just stand outside and dribble
When, for grub, your chomper’s itchin’.
Head below the deck, old friend,
And FEAST in Canker’s Kitchen.
Honkhumptious news indeed! Not so long ago, all those brainy-bonks at Puffin Books held a whoppsy great competition to see who could come up with the lummiest, most tummy-tinkling troll menu. Lots of younglings from all over the place entered but there could be only one whoop-de-doop-de-winner!!
Congra-troll-ations to Hugo Mathew from Bedford Prep School for your squibbly trollicious menu …
My mouth is slobber-gobbin’ at the thought of it …
