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Chocolate Cake - Poem by Michael Rosen

I love chocolate cake.
And when I was a boy
I loved it even more.

Sometimes we used to have it for tea
and Mum used to say,
'If there's any left over
you can have it to take to school
tomorrow to have at playtime.'
And the next day I would take it to school
wrapped up in tin foil
open it up at playtime
and sit in the corner of the playground
eating it,
you know how the icing on top
is all shiny and it cracks as you
bite into it,
and there's that other kind of icing in
the middle
and it sticks to your hands and you
can lick your fingers
and lick your lips
oh it's lovely.
yeah.

Anyway,
once we had this chocolate cake for tea
and later I went to bed
but while I was in bed
I found myself waking up
licking my lips
and smiling.
I woke up proper.
'The chocolate cake.'
It was the first thing
1 thought of.

I could almost see it
so I thought,
what if I go downstairs
and have a little nibble, yeah?

It was all dark
everyone was in bed
so it must have been really late
but I got out of bed,
crept out of the door

there's always a creaky floorboard, isn't there?

Past Mum and Dad's room,
careful not to tread on bits of broken toys
or bits of Lego
you know what it's like treading on Lego
with your bare feet,

yowwww
shhhhhhh

downstairs
into the kitchen
open the cupboard
and there it is
all shining.

So I take it out of the cupboard
put it on the table
and I see that
there's a few crumbs lying about on the plate,
so I lick my finger and run my finger all over the crumbs
scooping them up
and put them into my mouth.

oooooooommmmmmmmm

nice.
< br>Then
I look again
and on one side where it's been cut,
it's all crumbly.

So I take a knife
I think I'll just tidy that up a bit,
cut off the crumbly bits
scoop them all up
and into the mouth

oooooommm mmmm
nice.

Look at the cake again.

That looks a bit funny now,
one side doesn't match the other
I'll just even it up a bit, eh?

Take the knife
and slice.
This time the knife makes a little cracky noise
as it goes through that hard icing on top.

A whole slice this time,

into the mouth.

Oh the icing on top
and the icing in the middle
ohhhhhh oooo mmmmmm.

But now
I can't stop myself
Knife -
1 just take any old slice at it
and I've got this great big chunk
and I'm cramming it in
what a greedy pig
but it's so nice,

and there's another
and another and I'm squealing and I'm smacking my lips
and I'm stuffing myself with it
and
before I know
I've eaten the lot.
The whole lot.

I look at the plate.
It's all gone.

Oh no
they're bound to notice, aren't they,
a whole chocolate cake doesn't just disappear
does it?

What shall 1 do?

I know. I'll wash the plate up,
and the knife

and put them away and maybe no one
will notice, eh?

So I do that
and creep creep creep
back to bed
into bed
doze off
licking my lips
with a lovely feeling in my belly.
Mmmmrnmmmmm.

In the morning I get up,
downstairs,
have breakfast,
Mum's saying,
'Have you got your dinner money?'
and I say,
'Yes.'
'And don't forget to take some chocolate cake with you.'
I stopped breathing.

'What's the matter,' she says,
'you normally jump at chocolate cake?'

I'm still not breathing,
and she's looking at me very closely now.

She's looking at me just below my mouth.
'What's that?' she says.
'What's what?' I say.

'What's that there?'
'Where?'
'There,' she says, pointing at my chin.
'I don't know,' I say.
'It looks like chocolate,' she says.
'It's not chocolate is it?'
No answer.
'Is it?'
'I don't know.'
She goes to the cupboard
looks in, up, top, middle, bottom,
turns back to me.
'It's gone.
It's gone.
You haven't eaten it, have you?'
'I don't know.'
'You don't know. You don't know if you've eaten a whole
chocolate cake or not?
When? When did you eat it?'

So I told her,

and she said
well what could she say?
'That's the last time I give you any cake to take
to school.
Now go. Get out
no wait
not before you've washed your dirty sticky face.'
I went upstairs
looked in the mirror
and there it was,
just below my mouth,
a chocolate smudge.
The give-away.
Maybe she'll forget about it by next week.


Poems About Creep

  1. 1. Chocolate Cake , Michael Rosen
  2. 2. The Last Word , Matthew Arnold
  3. 3. Kim , Rudyard Kipling
  4. 4. Lepanto , Gilbert Keith Chesterton
  5. 5. A Day In Bed , Katherine Mansfield
  6. 6. Hi! , Walter de la Mare
  7. 7. Old Vicarage, The - Grantchester , Rupert Brooke
  8. 8. The Old Vicarage, Grantchester , Rupert Brooke
  9. 9. Nocturne In A Deserted Brickyard , Carl Sandburg
  10. 10. Hurt No Living Thing , Christina Georgina Rossetti
  11. 11. Clock , yoonoos peerbocus
  12. 12. Chattanooga , Herman Melville
  13. 13. Ode On Venice , George Gordon Byron
  14. 14. A Nightmare , William Schwenck Gilbert
  15. 15. Beach , shiny shine
  16. 16. The Clinging Vine , Edwin Arlington Robinson
  17. 17. The Three Bushes , William Butler Yeats
  18. 18. Topsy-Turvy World , William Brighty Rands
  19. 19. In The Firelight , Eugene Field
  20. 20. A Song , Archibald Lampman
  21. 21. Rural Morning , John Clare
  22. 22. House Or Window Flies , John Clare
  23. 23. Dis Manibus , Dante Gabriel Rossetti
  24. 24. '' I Wish '' , ramasamy sebastien
  25. 25. A Nightmare , WS Gilbert
  26. 26. The Fountain , William Cullen Bryant
  27. 27. A Song , Leon Gellert
  28. 28. A Parting Ii , Edith Nesbit
  29. 29. Winter , Archibald Lampman
  30. 30. Song , Duncan Campbell Scott
  31. 31. Breaking The Day In Two , Ella Wheeler Wilcox
  32. 32. The Wild Kangaroo , Henry Kendall
  33. 33. Songs Of The Autumn Days , George MacDonald
  34. 34. Orpheus , Sir Osbert Sitwell
  35. 35. Shut Your Eyes And Jump , Pete Crowther
  36. 36. The Frogs , Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
  37. 37. Psalm Civ. Paraphrased , James Thomson
  38. 38. Perfectly Displayed , Ernestine Northover
  39. 39. Light Of The Moon , Yosa Buson
  40. 40. *jasper Moses , C R Clark
  41. 41. I Hate You , live to die
  42. 42. Bad Air , Nagourta
  43. 43. The Last Man , Thomas Lovell Beddoes
  44. 44. Ii. The Quest Of Silence , Christopher John Brennan
  45. 45. No Songs In Winter , Thomas Bailey Aldrich
  46. 46. The House Delirious , Leon Gellert
  47. 47. X11-I Did , Jessel Jane Tevar
  48. 48. My Thoughts , Beatrice Redpath
  49. 49. A Poet's Lament , Jean Dament
  50. 50. The Drug-Shop, Or, Endymion In Edmonstoun , Stephen Vincent Benet
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