Little ladies sprinkle chocolate
On the special weekend cake
Dad will put it in the oven
Left alone to let it bake
Hands and faces sticky mixture
Floured noses dirty toes
Drips of filling on their aprons
Some on sleeves just where it shows
Kitchen table like a war zone
Wooden spoons and whisks around
Butter packets scattered raisins
Many bits the floor now found
Dad collected bits for washing
In the sink with soapy waters
Wipes the table and the floor down
Cleans the mixture from his daughters
All now cleaned he checks the oven
Baked real well as they can see
The little ladies pack it special
And take it round for Grandma’s for tea
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
How about Marilyn and I coming over for some cake and tea? You are always making me hungry! Another great piece! ! 0/10/10 for you!
Another delightful and fun poem! I can smell that cake bakin' in the oven and see those happy, messy little children. Absolutely loved it! A '10+! ' from me, David! Warm Wishes, Marilyn
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What a delightful evening it is! A very pictorial representation. Many years later I would want my dauhghter look back and something like this... thanx.