if you don't have your cake and eat it

Mrs. Wooley was formidable..
at a hundred she stood her ground
her dish cloths were white
white as the driven snow
 using them was not allowed
they were for show.
her lino was always scrubbed
 her curtains opened just so
Mrs Wooley was formidable
as formidable as they go
one day she lost a tart
it vanished into thin air
once it was in the skullery
then it was not there
the staff were all questioned
as to who had taken
the Bakewell Tart
the Sergeant was summoned
to inspect..the Yard was
on  red alert.
it was stolen..or eaten..or
miss placed..or simply became
as statistic of some unknown trace.
the staff were scrutinised..
especially one chubby girl
who had to avert her eyes
would anyone eat her pie?
would anyone eat her tart?
could anyone exist who would risk
Mrs Wooley's angered heart ?
to no avail..
a tart taste in the mouth 
would prevail..
We all grew weary..
we all watched our behaviour
we started to count the butterfly buns
before during and after labour
eventually the dilemma took its toll
and Mrs Woolley heard the knoll
calling her to the big sleep
On a Sunday morning we saw
the silhouette of the hearse pass her door
bless..we are all born unique
but as God is my witness
the shadow cast upon the grass
as  formidable lady graciously passed
resembled a  Bakewell Tart..
we could almost smell the almonds.