Baking

Last term we had to write a poem about a topic of our choice.  My topic that I chose is baking. Here is my poem.

Placing the apron over my head

Washing my hands like my mother always said

Putting the ingredients on the table

And realised I misread the label

Mixing crippled dough

Fresh warm smells drown my senses

Stroking spoons with tongues

Children burning there miniature fingers

While the smell of cookie lingers

Finally the timer stops

Touching the crispy golden tops

The soft fluffy fusion warms my taste buds

As the dishes sit and soak in the suds

Devouring my yummies

As it sits and warms their tummies

It was the dish of the day

All done yay

By Lucy