Poem of the Week

Catherine

Catherine said, “I think I’ll bake
A most delicious chocolate cake.”
She took some mud and mixed it up
While adding water from a cup
And then some weeds and nuts and bark
And special gravel from the park.
A thistle and a dash of sand.
She beat out all the lumps by hand.
And on the top she wrote “To You”
The way she says the bakers do
And then she signed it, “Fondly C.”
And gave the whole of it to me.
I thanked her but I wouldn’t dream
of eating cake without ice cream