Citizens, rise, we must be awake,
Carol and Herbert are baking a cake.
Poppyseed soaked in milk from the cow
cookbook from grandma telling them how.
Raisins and honey, apples and oil,
mixed all together, covered with foil.
Beating the eggwhites, hurry now dear
oven is fired, let's share a beer.
All the small children from the next street
come down to Carol, ready to eat.
All the detractors, envious guys
weighing the factors, making her eyes.
But on the patio, we now relax
eating and laughing, all to the max.
Time has a habit just like a cake,
quick as a rabbit, leaves a small ache.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Theo, the key is in the last line. All my rhymes are supposed to be primarily meaningful; their function as rhyming companions to other words is secondary. Read it again or PM me. Best and thanks for visiting. I like visitors like you. Herbert