Paul Warren Poet Ballad

Fairy Cakes

My grandma really liked to cook
Scones and cream cakes she didn’t need a book
And she always let me lick the spoon
Cooking with her was always over too soon

And best of all was over school holidays
When I went to stay with her for those sunny days
I had a bed in her spare room so right
Each night she tucked me in real tight 

One day whilst we were cooking fairy cakes
Grandma said she had something to say that couldn’t wait
She said when I was about my age
She found fairies behind the local school stage

She made a pact with them to keep their secret 
Not telling anyone about them or how they met
As a reward for this they gave her magic dust
To bake delicious eating cakes a must

She had told the fairies all about me
And I would keep their secret easily
So they spoke together for a while 
Until they laughed and said yes with a smile

So Grandma went to the cupboard and took a jar out
She held it up on high as it sparkled about
And she opened the jar and put some in the mix
Where it bubbled and popped as it worked it’s fix

Then we put it in the  oven and waited in turn
As it baked in the oven refusing to burn
So we took them out and they were golden brown
So we put pink icing on them all spreading it around

Those cakes tasted great better with each bite
There was nothing like them they were just so right 
Grandma smiled as I looked at her
And she put the jar in the cupboard with care there

The next morning when I woke up in bed
I looked out the bedroom window without dread
And there was a fairy fluttering there
Who smiled at me spreading glitter around without care.

© Paul Warren Poetry

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