Caren Krutsinger Poet Light Verse

I Cook But No One Eats

I cook but no one eats.
I bring my offerings to pot-lucks.
But no one wants to be lucky.
I take it home, without a spoonful gone.

I make surprise casseroles.
They are a glorious testament
To everything we have had to eat that week.
My husband eats before he comes home.

I bake and people laugh.
Once I made an inedible cake.
My twin and cousin rolled it into balls.
They bounced all over the sidewalk.

It was from a cake mix.
My mother asked how I had done it.
No one could eat it, but we played with it all day.
If I knew how I did it I would do it again, and often.

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Panagiota Romios May 3, 2019 at 7:47 PM Wow, even creative with food. Magic Woman))) Panagiota Caren Krutsinger May 4, 2019 at 3:03 AM Everyone asked "how did you do it?" If I knew, I would have invented bouncy balls first, and I would be living in a castle with my man-servants.