Make no mistake, just bake a cake

 

She hopped and she skipped and she pipped and she plopped,

like a bumble bee dancing, she couldn’t be stopped

Along down a pathway of bramble and stone

where licorice labels in clothing were sewn

With blonde hair a’ bouncing and eyes crystal blue,

a smile that was perfect, a how do you do

Her name was the same as the last one before,

began with an A which as well starts Adore

 

Caterpillars singing on an August afternoon,

when dimpled dollies fell asleep while playing the bassoon

 

Some cake if you please, nicely sweet on the table,

the slice does not matter if chocolate is able

With fine cotton stiches the napkins were wearing

and baskets of sherbet the twins felt like sharing

While taking a seat someone said with a clatter,

“be sure to return it when all the guest scatter,

for chairs in this place are not made for deleting

or leftovers saved from the dining room eating”

 

Tickle, tickle, pumpernickel,

to the summer house

Please don’t sneeze upon the cheese

now begged the hungry mouse

 

When there in the woods came a somersault bunny

with ears like a crayon, a nose, pink and runny

“I say, could you see if the time you are keeping,

has stopped when you plopped and no crickets are cheeping”

She said with a laugh and a half hearted giggle,

“you silly, they chirp in the trees when the wiggle”

He tugged on an ear, not the left but the other

the one that was twitching, he uttered, “Oh brother,

by jove, you’re correct, have a carrot for salad,

though winners will win before singing a ballad”

She chuckled a little, a lot or not hardly

while plucking the flowers, all acting back yardly

 

Pick a dozen, for your cousin, all along the wall,

don’t be crazy, it’s a daisy, can’t you see them all

Watch that fellow, dressed in yellow, with the daffodil,

he will put it in a vase upon the window sill

and fill it up with water,

sprinkle it with cheer,

find himself an easy chair

and have an ice cold beer

 

Her eyes became heavy, her feet, patten leather,

when soon she was floating, as light as a feather

For sleep, took her hostage, all tied up and bounding,

she purred like a kitten, a soft murmur sounding

Until, quite alarming, a noise came a’ shouting,

was time to wake up, there was no use in pouting

A pee and a poo and some teeth now need brushing,

just slow down a bit, there is no need for rushing

 

Easy does it,

nice and slow,

take your time,

before you go,

count the minutes,

seconds too,

hours later,

something new

 

She opened the door and the sidewalk was smiling,

it all was a dream and it felt so beguiling

The clothes on the line waved and flapped ever happy,

their old maple tree, branching out, kind of sappy

She laughed at herself and the things she’d been finding

like rabbits and crickets and daisies, reminding

That life is a puzzle with millions of pieces,

you might need some help from your nephews and nieces

But once it returns to the way you remember,

well…I still want some cake…

 

I can’t wait till September!!

 

 

 

Author's Note

We can all dream, can't we?

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

This was like poetry plus. Poems within a poem. If only every time we opened the door we see a sidewalk smiling. Sometimes I think you've been smokin' sumthin' before you drop into dreams. This was as fun to read as it must have been to write. Tasty, like cake.

[willweb]

Sorry my friend, no mind altering substances were used in creating this poem. I am glad you liked it because it was really a lot of fun to write.

[Ken Simm.]

If Ray Thomas of the Moody Blues were still alive he would love this. along with its sprightly melody.

[willweb]

Thanks so much Ken. That is such a nice compliment.

[Lydia Shutter]

What a delightful write this is. It flowed so easily and I could picture a little girl with blonde curls. It took me back to a time when clothes danced on the wash line and children played jump rope with vines. Indeed, Will, life is a puzzle and even though at times all the pieces do not fit, it is pretty damned good. Lots of personification in this one and, well, I just enjoyed it. Lydi**

[willweb]

Thank you so much Lydi. Just having a little fun with my imagination. I really enjoy writing poems like this were nothing is everything and something can be special. I appreciate your visit and I am thrilled you enjoyed this poem.

[AYVID N]

I want to be in a world where caterpillars sing, a mouse begs, a fellow dresses in daffodil, a daisy talks and a maple tree laughs. Thank you for the lovely dream shared, dear Willweb. This was such a treat to read and think upon.

[willweb]

Welcome to the wild and wacky world of Willweb. : ) Happy you stopped by Divya

[AYVID N]

Always such a pleasure, my friend.

[emmajoygreen]

What a lovely, lovely happy dancifying poem, start to finish and in the middle! Your words, although finely conceived and laid - are like a trampoline, jumping and bouncing in an un-tethered dance of joy. Love it all, seeing its musicical joy as hat child in all of us who never want to grow up! Thank you so very very much for sharing. :)

[willweb]

Many thank yous Emma for you always hoped for review of my poetry. I am thrilled you liked this one so much, it was very much fun to write.

[emmajoygreen]

I sensed the fun at starting, ending plus the bits in between. If writing a poem brings joy to the writer, you can bet it's going to be enjoyed by his or her reviewers. And (oops) it is/was!

[Soren]

Will were you reading Lewis Carrol before bed? This felt like Alice and the mad hatter's unbirthday party. If you have grand children or young children of your own I'm sure they would love this. It brought back past memories of telling stories to my children and grand children. It put a smile on my face and contentment in my heart.

[willweb]

No, I wasn't but I did go into this thinking of Alice and her adventures. It was great inspiration. I am thrilled you enjoyed this my friend.

[Ladysue]

This was an wonderful delightful write. One that should be in a children’s book. Dreams and smiles and cake.
‘Tickle, tickle, pumpernickel’ this made me laugh.
‘She opened the door and the sidewalk was smiling’
Loved that line and love those kind of days.
Fantastic and creative write.

[willweb]

Thank you Ladysue for coming by to read my strange little poem. I am happy you enjoyed what you found.

[Pete]

now this was cool. i think i've created a monster. no, seriously well done. right up my rhyming alley of course. can i please get the recipe ... ")

[willweb]

Sure no problems, two eggs, a cup of milk and a large dose of weird imagination. : ) Thanks so much Pete.

[Pete]

really, this knocked my head back. when you go with rhyming you never know where it will lead ... :)

[Ken e Bujold]

we can all dream, but some my friend dream in technicolor

[willweb]

Yep, they sure can. Thanks so much Ken.

[Red Brick Keshner]

For me it's to stay away from the oven as I can't bake but life does bring about a variety to go through each and every day. Either way, home baked or store bought there's a plenty of life for the having.

[willweb]

Thanks so much my friend.