Wednesday, 6 February 2008
Story of a Cake
In a bowl of anticipation,
an eager mix of glee and glow,
a spoonful of excitement,
and dash of sweet and low,
a beater waiting lovingly by,
a pinch of fear sprinkled on,
the powdered bits of gusto,
mixing till the butter's gone.
Meticulously, stirred and beat,
the wonderful color of affection,
the chocolatey softy creamy brown,
all put together until perfection.
Poured into a dish of joy,
flowing fluidity the batter bore,
the tenderness of hopeful care,
the gentle warmth of the oven door.
In sometime, with shining eyes,
the pick is recovered clean,
the plateful of love is ready,
radiating a delightful gleam.
Once out, it sits exposed,
the eyes dart expectantly around,
they sadly meet an emptiness so vast,
the heart breaks with a cackling sound.
Untouched, it lies in dismal waiting,
for a desireful mouth-watering heir ,
unfortunately denied of its one wish,
there isn't one with whom to share...