SIX MACAROONS

I like to think that many years from now, history will ask what I did, what noble feat was accomplished by me, Matt Stubbs, aged 40, on the evening of Monday, September 24th, 2018.

Perhaps before then, even I, in my final waking hours, lying at the fading daylight and smiling at the sun that never shall set, surrounded by family, friends and harp-strumming angels, will lean gently back into the fluffed pillows of my eternal sleep, and with glinting moistened eyes remember...

Six Macaroons

I’ve eaten a packet

Of six macaroons

And now I resemble

The king of balloons

A chocolatey giant

I’m filling the room

Oh I’ve eaten a packet

Of six macaroons

I’ve chomped absent-minded

Through biscuity crunch

And coconut crumble

And sugary punch

Eclipsing my supper

And dwarfing my lunch

I’ve eaten this packet

Of macaroon munch

I’ve eaten my way through

These six macaroons

I’ve swallowed the sun

And digested the moon

And nice though it was,

I am a buffoon

For eating a packet

Of six macaroons