The Critical Mistake Of The Exploding Cake (Parts 1,2,3) Poem by Richard Spisak

The Critical Mistake of the exploding cake (8) (Parts 1,2,3)
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PART I
The curious case
of the corrosive concussive cake,
a more mysterious counter-active mistake.

You could never make, for your baking date.
In a fiendish mischance, the prancing lance of messy misfortune danced,
and rang out, at this uncertain kitchen curtain's parlance,
the trance of the flying dance.

The jangled bell, befelling tell and brought forth
a mischievous medieval baker's dwarf. Oh hell!
Who gamboled and frolic'd without the use of any tonic,
the snail slimey trail of the wry grimoires.
So that this mysterious mischief would prevail,
growl and howl, to the very skinny end,
of this laudable baker's powdery floury tail.
I contend.

The cake was proffered months early
before the surly service survey
which made the baker nervous,
to undertake this timely yet onerous purpose.
The baker knew and could show
A successful history of baking years
in a row with never a fail,
safely tredding on the hungry tiger's tail.

Never a wrecked chocolate cake
nor a scramble of untrammeled hasty pastry!
YEARS of Kooky CAKE Making -
years of tear-free icy smears, whether in advance or in arears.
Coming out yer darling ears!

Yet the clocks looming shadow flocked,
zooming the schedule's gloomy dock!
The bakers brain began to buzz
and before the dust would settle, cuz.

Never any ha'penny of a misleading mistake,
she'd never ever make any never a bent penny!
The fixins' were loaded deep in the BOWL's BOTTOM
INNER sparring SPINNER shards.

once accumulated in their bard bedecked,
bowl-laden bed savored!
NO DRED!

Then the hand hovered over the switch,
the single throttled bottle rocket which, the switch thrown,
be little bedeviled twice-CLEVER!

Speed control owned - Crowed,
start the spinning blades on a roll
The blades blend at high speed to send the constituents,
flying denying, gravities grumpy hold
Out across the kitchen kickin, dramatic dust midst the lust, unfold!

And when the spinning blades sailed
to convey the cake makings played parlayed
and didn't reluctant stay!

The batter splattered the kitchen mission's mettle at large
Dusting the landscape with a dishelved, unleveled layer cake,
slivered shake.

Necessitating scrubbery before the kitchen rubbery
restored unshored recovery.

The problem cake that flew and daubed like darkling dew
Might've slowed lesser women, would never slow you.
Mocking it aped the drape and sprayed the floor.
It covered that baker, and so much more.
In rich chocolate splashes, they dazzled like diamond-trimmed lashes, too viscous to ignore, it necessitated a complex cleaning cycle, and then just one more.

The baker remade the cakes that day
Because you know what! She'd promised, and HEY!

It had to get completed, this cake it was needed.
And into the oven son, where the baking was done.
And the confection was seeded.

All to make a cake to take for the awards supper break.
Where gardeners would gather long before spring planting
was even sampling.
The built cake was oven-loaded and baked
and in half an hour, it was ready to take.

The oven door opened, the cake slid on out,
the oven shelves were slippery, like a snake or a mouse.
When the baker turned to grab another mit,
the cake tumbled out, and spilled onto the oven door,
where it promptly split! Into a dozen dark fragments or more.

Disgusted the cake baker had to repeat the whole doins,
cause despite all her efforts the second cake had crumbled in ruins! Thus the third cake that was so carefully made.
Once completed, into the oven it was carefully laid.
Scrupulously monitored and timed,
until the baking was fully rounded in rhyme!

Now the final steps ready, it was time to make icing,
to complete with decoration, it was always a nice thing.

Ingredients assembled and placed in the bowl,
remembering the recent batter splattering,
the kitchen shivered right down to its rubber soul!

The mixer was readied, the switch was then thrown.
Just as quickly, the bowl was evacuated and all the ingredients
were suddenly airily exaggerated.
The switch had been clicked to full hurricane INTEND? .
Reminding us again, a high-speed mixer, ain't her friend!

Sprayed all the cabinets, the floor and the ceiling,
what hath the gods wraught? Have they no feelings?
All over the cabinets, the stove, and the sink!
What's with these mistakes? What was a person to think?

PART III

I tell this out of respect, not envy
I've never made, even one cake, no not any!
I could never even mix the batter not even with help,
that was friendly would it matter? Oh Gulp?
I think my chance of mistake, would be so greater, even fatter,
simply mixing all that stuff to simply make batter.

But I tell you this as a friend,
the cake was delicious and that is the end!