BIRTHDAY CAKE

By
Peter(c) 1998
This is my very first attempt at poetry.

I thought that it would be A good idea

If I made my own Birthday cake this year.


I got the bowl, flour and water too

and pretty soon it had the texture of glue.


I tried mixing it by hand

But as with everything that isn't planned

It didn't work they way it should

And was soon as solid as a piece of wood.


Power tools are what I need

if I were ever to succeed.


Father always swore, by the hour

That what every man needs is 'More power'.


If it was good enough for dad,

it was good enough for me

So I plugged my electric mixer in with glee.


I soon had the feeling

It may end up on the ceiling.

As the mixture began to splatter

But it really didn't matter.

A large cake was the plan

As I didn't want a Flan


But wait,

Perhaps Cupcakes may be best

To send out to the rest,

of my friends who couldn't come

they might like a current bun.


I could stick them in the post

With a letter from 'Your host'

Saying 'Sorry you're not here.

Perhaps you can come next year.'


This game is good to play

Firing the dough into the tray

It was one of my best tricks

As I couldn't turn the oven on

Because I'm only six.