David Smith Poet Personification

Baking

I'd rather be inside doing the baking
Than the one being baked outside in the sun.

I never learned how to barbecue,
As my Dad ran away when I was only two.
Though my Mum taught me how to shoot for the pot,
Which really hit the spot, 
As I could do that without seeing a single sun spot.

My Possum is really quite delicious,
Even if slightly malicious.
I have a habit of making a stew out of rabbit.
Visitors are big on anything made from pig.
It would be a mistake to miss my venison steak,
Or duck out without some roast duck.
My ham and eggs are never green, though quite lean.
Mushroom soup with homemade bread will keep you fed
Til the rest of the food is prepared
You can grub for hu hu grubs for me to roast on sticks.
My roast parsnip contains no arsenic.
I don't have to tout for my trout.
Or make a deal for a pie made of eel.

You can make a toast while I tend to the roast.
Or if you prefer give the gravy a stir.
I won't get cross if you give the salad a toss.
Or set the table if you are able.
We can talk while you find me a fork.
Afterwards I will let you judge my fudge.
If you can still budge.
And I will find some liquor that is still pure.

My apple pie with cream piled high is really worth a try.
Pears with homemade wine are quite divine.
I have an art for the apricot tart.
And you won't get over my Pavlova.

I bake my cakes with fresh eggs which seems to please the hens.
Our honey is worth the money 
And our jams are in favour for their flavour.
I produce a cheese that aims to please.
My biscuits soon stray from the tray.

If you want any thing more fancy we can look in the pantry.

With skin cancer on the rise, I think I am wise
In getting up early to watch my bread rise.
Though I am still game to go outside with my gun by my side.
But when the sun starts to hurt the eye,
My oven goes back on high for when you come by.
If you stay the night you can dance under moonlight
And wish upon a star from afar outside of a car.

Wouldn't that be more fun than going out in the mid-day sun.
With your true face scared to be exposed.

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Alison A Smith June 10, 2026 at 2:35 AM Come over the ditch for kangaroo stew. If I can catch them. Maybe we could share an emu egg. We have witchetty grubs to skewer. I too stay well out of the miday sun. It's said that's for mad dogs and Englishmen David Smith June 10, 2026 at 3:34 AM We have Huhu grubs over here, A kid at high school cooked them over a Bunsen burner. I think you can get Kangaroo meat here occasionally in shops. We have plenty of wallabies over here. They are considered pests. If I understand correctly nz was once part of Australian land mass so if we live long enough I might be able to wander over without getting wet feet haha say hi to your hubby for me.

David Smith July 10, 2016 at 11:06 PM Have been slightly cityfied for a while, but not yet certified. My Pavlova is the real deal and I did grow up on wild pork and venison. Love having fun with words.

Holly Bohto July 4, 2016 at 7:52 PM Down home and organic like you are inviting me to drop by. Nice. Thanks for the invite. David Smith July 4, 2016 at 8:36 PM You never know who turns up where and whose paths will cross. Menu has changed a bit since being slightly cityfied but not yet certified. Can still whip up a treat from my garden. My pavlova is the real deal. Thanks for visiting. Will check out your jottings for your take on life. I am two years into decade number six and still no hitch. David from NZ