This poem is offered in response to prompt #22 at We Write Poems.
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crave the taste
of my baby cakes
seven minutes
is all it takes
gotta whip ‘em up
nice and creamy
mouthwaterin’
moist and steamy
oh do not rush
you better not
gotta get that
little oven hot
spread ‘em thick
but not too quick
steady stirrin’
will do the trick
ease ’em in
slide ’em out
hot buttered lovin’
fresh from the oven
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rob kistner © 2010
Boy, do I feel hungry now! Mmmmm. I love the modern contemporary ‘unromantic’ style of this poem, Brilliant!
Thank you Madeleine…
…rob
My mouth is watering! What time is tea?
Afternoon tea will be served at 4…
…rob
Love the innuendo!
🙂
Very suggestive those cakes!
And quite delicious Irene…
…rob
seven minutes? must be an instant-on oven
fun, Rob
Microwave Barbara…
…rob
Sounds a bit like what we used to call a self-serve counter. Interesting choices,
Elizabeth
This was probably more self-serving ElizaBeth…
…rob
A fun read Rob!
Pamela
Glad you enjoyed it Pamela…
…rob
Lots of talent here. I lenjoyed the layers of meaning I found in this poem.
Thank you Victoria…
…rob
Well Interesting way to bake… enjoyed reading it…
ॠनमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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Thank you Shashi…
…rob
Just seven minutes, eh? That’s one quick-risin’ recipe! Fun One Shot!
Instant gratification Eric…
…rob
What a fun poem to read. I waited expectantly to see what would happen next.
Glad you enjoyed this Judy…
…rob
Yummy post!
a subtle hint
Gautami… 😉
…rob
the taste is palpable…
Hope it’s agreeable Ms Pie…
…rob
Please may I have the recipe? Or come to tea every day – either will do!
Viv… 😉
…rob