Janet Mary Zylstra
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Cake Baking Day
Delicious smells come tiptoeing
Around the oven door.
They come creeping through the kitchen,
Up the curtains, 'cross the floor.
They cling to Mother's apron,
Curl up in Mother's hair,
Play tantalizing hide and seek,
Reaching almost everywhere.
Then, when it comes to tea time
And the still-warm cake is sliced,
They linger as the children sigh,
'Oh, thanks Mom! That was nice! '
Have you tasted time,
Rolled its mellow flavour around your tongue
And felt it trickle down your throat?
Have you seen the time
Winking amber eyes through the tumbler
Judging you? Drink it down
Before it strikes the hour of guilt.
How much time does it take
To empty a bottle of rum