Lordy Lord, oh Michty Me!
The Bake Off is leaving the BBC!
All gentle tarts and cakes pristine
A move to Channel 4 feels almost obscene,
as a broadcaster that can show Big Brother
We just want, in pink icing, to smother!
But Hark, we hear theres been descent
among the presenters. Love Productions repent!
Cos without the Queen, our Mary Berry
Bake Off will just be very ordinary
And losing Mel and Sue’s acerbic wit,
Never again will there be that perfect fit.
And while Paul Hollywood has vowed to stay,
our pastry fox with hair of grey,
Can Bake Off ever be the same
even if they wheel in Nadja Hussain?
The answer is a resounding NO
because current format just has that flow,
the ingredients to go on and on,
like buttermilk in a tasty scone.
Like waiting for your bread to prove,
we’ll sit and wait for the next move,
Our soggy bottoms on a Wednesday night,
know in our hearts this isn’t right.
Like souffles that have been deflated,
we mourn the loss of Bake Off, so highly rated,
And while producers play a negotiating game
we know that life will never be the same
as we witness the demise of a wonderful show,
all because the producers wanted more dough!