One day I decided to bake me a cake,
To fulfil an ambition I had.
I had all the things I would need on a tray
And the recipe wrote on a pad.
But as soon as I started to mix up the stuff
Things began to go horribly wrong:
The pad it fell into the blender and made
The poor cake so incredibly strong.
(Written Feb 1994)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when you manage to perfect the art of cake-making, drop me a line and i may hop over for a visit. until then, stick with poetry. thanks for sharing. bri