Convert to Quiche
I sit in the library, scoffing my face
With a Higgidy pie, i never did taste
Finished with work and off to revise
My tummy rumbled, to my surprise
I thought I’d better eat, before i got worried
So to the local shop i hurried
Scanning the fridge for something to try,
My eye caught a little round pie
Not a fan of quiche, i turned up my nose
But something told me not to oppose
Sat at my desk, spoon in hand
I dived in and oh my! I was glad i did not withstand
Such subtle flavours, yet such an explosion
No peculiar texture, the beginnings of an addiction
Convert to quiche? Not possible i thought
Yet Higgidy have changed me, with a little pie i bought
So now i sit writing this poem in the library
Instead of pleasing science and revising PCR methodology
That doesn’t really rhyme, but i shouldn’t be rhyming anyhow
I should be down in the shop stocking Higgidy as much as they’ll allow!