Day Three: A letter of sorts.
An Ode to Chocolate Cake on the Eve of Valentine's Day.
Dear Chocolate Cake,
You're about to be baked. Steve is adding layer
upon layer
upon layer
upon layer
of chocolate and fudge and
(You are more layered than I am)
I just want to eat you now.
Why must you belong to someone else?
(Bake sales, I shake my fists at you in the air ;
both fists, for at least fifteen seconds
and my face, it is not without a scowl)
Chocolate cake,
oh chocolate cake
You are just batter right now
oozing into a pan
sticking to the wooden spoon
dripping on the counter
Hey batter
Hey batter
Heyheyhey
But soon you will become
a cake so warm
and gooey
even the potholder
will want a chance at you.
Our potholder
so pitiful
with the small yet deathtrappy divet in its threads
has no chance at you
But that is no cause for a sigh of relief
For you belong to the Bake Sale
And you always will
And I sigh, because I know
You're just my taste.
You're just my type.
But I'll be fine
I think
Dear Chocolate Cake....
Have a nice (shelf) life.
About Me
- Kathleen Elizabeth
- My name is Katie and I'm married to Steve (whom I love) and we have a very pretty baby girl named Corinne, who is just little and very sweet. We all live in a house in Buffalo, NY with our cat and dog. Steve and I both work and love to be with our large and loving group of family and friends. I just thought it might be fun to write about life at the moment....
Yum! It makes me want to bake one right now instead of making the tuna macaroni salad I'm making for lunch. Nothing too exotic or exciting about that, sorry to say, but that's just me! lol
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it! After I wrote that, we gave the cake to the bake sale - and then I won it back in a raffle! It was a surprisingly fantastic turn of events....
ReplyDeleteI would say ( and my Buddhist daughter would concur) that was simply just good karma. So glad you got your "just desserts"!
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