At The Final Bake-Off Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

I would like to be well thought of
To be remembered with a smile:
Leaving cherry stone memories
And a bake-mix spoon to be licked.

I would like to be one of a kind
To be thought of as unusual
Like turmeric and honey ice cream
Or citrus or truffle infused olive oil.

I would like to be thought of as warm -
Not so hot perhaps as when young -
More like eat-round-the-edges chowder
Or a cup of tea that just hits the spot.

Not that good taste has been my thing-
But I would like to leave a good taste -
To be finger-licking good at the last
So that you my friend might ask for more.