Ode to Bread and Butter Pudding, in the style of William McGonagall

Oh, bread and butter pudding, a marvel so grand,
In the kitchen it reigns, a dessert so unplanned.
With buttered slices, in layers they lay,
A culinary masterpiece, brightening the day.


Eggs and milk, in a whisking embrace,
A concoction divine, a pudding with grace.
Baked in the oven, a magical spell,
Transforming simple ingredients, as stories to tell.


Golden and crusty, a sight to behold,
In the world of desserts, a tale to unfold.
No poet's verse can truly convey,
The joy in each bite, like sunshine in May.


So here's to the pudding, in McGonagall's rhyme,
A humble delight, standing the test of time.
In kitchens it sings, a comforting tune,
Bread and butter pudding, beneath the moon.

G.P. Thomson