Failed Effort

My mama said to get a man, I first must prove myself a cook. I could not feed him from a can. I tried to learn how from a book And sought to make a chocolate cake. I didn't care how long it took. I set the oven high to bake Then sat to watch my favorite soap And to plan the menu I would make. The cake was burned without a hope. It was a cheerless sight to see, The smoke so thick I had to grope. Since it seems a chef I'll never be, I'll find a man to who cooks for me.