Lord, you know I like to bake,
That velvety rich chocolate cake,
Covered with icing, I never stop
Until chocolate curls adorn the top.

Lord, you know I like to bake,
Custard slices and biscuits make,
With fruit, nuts and choc. chips,
Though they all linger on my hips

Lord, you know I like to bake,
(I say it's for my family's sake),
Apple pies and cheesecake too,
And dumplings in the Irish stew.

Lord, you know I like to bake,
But I need to curb my intake,
Pavlova, a delicious sugary fluff,
I never seem to have enough.

Lord, you know I like to bake,
But cholesterol pills I now take,
These words I must never utter,
"Please pass me the cream and butter"

Lord, a special favour I shall ask,
It would only be a simple task,
You who changed water into wine,
Dissolve those calories when I dine!