The term ‘pudding olympics’ (i.e. where the only exercise you get is mixing a cake) was coined by my lovely fellow author Helen Dineen.
On you gas marks! Get ready, get steady, get baking!
Stirring and whirring your arms soon start aching
As creaming (while dreaming you’ll soon be the winner)
You whip up perfections of pudding for dinner.
Start whisking! You’re risking the strength of that muscle
But still you can’t stop; you’re determined to rustle
Up visions of glory in puds and desserts.
Keep going! Keep going! I know that it hurts
But now quick! All that pastry is kneaded and rolled
You’re winning! It’s bronze! No it’s silver! It’s GOLD!
Your arm’s had a
So come on