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

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I was just imagining this with illustrations and how fun that would be.
j.

[willweb]

Thanks Jacob, I appreciate it.

[Neville]

make me wanna eat the whole page why don'tcha .. most original and wonderfully sweet .. reminds me a little of the lunchbox lyrics I used to put in my kids sandwich box each day .. really addictive my friend .. Oh' and between you n me only, the reason I quit writing them was at the request of professor Lambley my daughters head of department at uni .. he said they were far too much of a distraction .. so I said well stop bloody reading them then .. Neville

[willweb]

Thanks so much Neville. I posted this yesterday prior to leaving my office fully convinced it would be ignored completely because of its length and lack of any true subject matter and because most think all I can write is romantic poetry and they are bored with that so...I truly do appreciate coming into the office this morning and finding that you have proved me wrong. I really am thankful for you and humbled by your comments.

[Neville]

make no mistake, it was well worth the visit ..