Pat-A-Cake Pat-A-Cake

“You have to get a job, my son, Your mother and I agree. You can’t spend your life just loafing around, Sponging on her and me.” And, although it went against the grain, I realized I must. So I got a job as a baker To earn an honest crust. My father and mother egged me on And, to make sure I wasn’t lazing, They bought me an alarm clock, So I could be self-raising. I made the occasional bloomer, As anyone new might have done. I forgot to turn the oven on And invented the cold cross bun. My rich fruit cake was sometimes poor; My sponge cake sometimes flat. But now I have the hang of it, I’ve got it all off pat. I’m really on a roll now, Forever on the go. I have to keep on working, Because I kneed the dough. 31st May 2022 Merger With Food poetry contest Sponsor Natasha L Scragg