Birthday Cake

by Daniel Harris
(Denver, Colorado, U.S.A)

I baked my father’s birthday cake.
I did it by myself.
I used my mother’s cookbook
that was lying on the shelf.

The cookbook called for flour,
so I picked a yellow rose.
I washed the dirt and bugs off
with my mother’s garden hose.

The cookbook called for egg whites,
so I chopped up all the shells.
I stirred them with the yellow rose,
which made delicious smells.

The baking powder can was gone,
and so I used instead
the powder Mother sprinkles
on my baby brother, Fred.

I baked the cake and then
I made some icing out of ice.
I don’t know how the cake will taste,
but wow! It sure looks nice.

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Sep 12, 2013
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by: zainab rashid

this poem is gorgeous......!!!!
keep it up......!!!!
:-)

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