Poppyseed soaked in milk from the cow
cookbook from grandma telling them how.
Raisins and honey, apples and oil,
mixed all together, covered with foil.
Beating the eggwhites, hurry now dear
oven is fired, let’s share a beer.
All the small children from the next street
come down to Carol, ready to eat.
All the detractors, envious guys
weighing the factors, making her eyes.
But on the patio, we now relax
eating and laughing, all to the max.
Time has a habit just like a cake,
quick as a rabbit, leaves a small ache.