Demeter Edwards Poet Rhyme

Christmas Cake

Christmas is here once more,
And Aunt Velma is baking her Christmas cake for sure,
Villagers crying for more
Old man frank knocking down our door
Pans, tins, stock and piled on the floor,
Voices whispers across the window
We want more, please! give us more, more
We want that Christmas cake that your tender hands make
Even the crumbs the hungry villagers take
Soon there was no sign of that delicious Christmas cake that was bake
They continued again we want more, more of your Christmas cake 
More of those pies you bake
Give us more, they shout
With fierce of greediness creeping from their mouth
They came from north, they came from south.

Demeter Edwards

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Marguerite C. Anderson May 7, 2024 at 2:15 PM I thoroughly enjoyed reading this poem! It reminds me of my childhood years and the aroma emanating from my aunt's kitchen when she used to bake Christmas cake. Of, course, that aroma wasn't associated only with Christmas because my aunt baked those cakes for weddings year round. This poem makes me nostalgic for those beautiful, lived experiences.