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
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
