Regretting Cake
This may seem odd, but on this take,
The only cake I regretted was the one I didn't bake.
As a child my mom taught me the art of beating the mix,
Showing me the variations that were her little "tricks".
The one that I make mention of is one never made,
Because before it went into the oven I made a little raid.
I licked the spatula, the beaters, the mixing bowl and then the cake in the pan.
So the mix never felt anything warmer than my hot little hands.
"I can't believe I ate the whole thing" were my watchwords that day,
As I wrenched my guts out when I went out to play.
Needless to say that I was not the only one whose day was made sad,
That mix was supposed to be a Surprise Birthday Cake for my Dad!
I was fortunate that mom did not chastise me more for my indiscreet role,
I think she felt sorry for me, as I spent the night with my head in the "Bowl".
written 8/4/16
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