"Ode To A Spotted Dick" by Alexander The Poet 07.01.05
From the British comes a dessert,
And it's name, sounds just a tad bit sick
I do hope that it doesn't squirt,
For it is known as, a spotted dick!
It's a boiled suet pudding they say,
With traces of dried fruit thrown on top
My god that sounds so freaking gay,
Do those Brits ever know when to stop???
Raisins are often placed around,
Perhaps right from a measuring cup
Then the Brits, without making a sound,
They quickly swallow that dick right up!
If one day I visit Britain,
And guys offer me their spotted dicks
I am sure I will be smitten,
But I will tell them I prefer chicks!
THE END
Research for this poem was found at:
http://www.straightdope.com/mailbag/mspotteddick.html