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Paucity or Baking Powder Uprising
by Kristina Woodhilli'm told there is a paucity
of pies here in the west
a cake-less consternation,
so I hear
fraught tales of cupcakes'
empty nests
gallumping out
on cupcake quests
where baking powder
rises up
awash in salted tears
the eggs have all
gone free range
and are hiding in the west
those chickens have no
notion where they've
laid each oval orb
a study has been started
bureaucratic hairs are parted
"a fine tooth comb assignment,"
cries the Board!
the flour is pale and fearful,
just plain skittish in the west,
where winds have grown huge turbines
on each crest
the blades sweep round and tease
the ground
the spinning makes a frightful sound
the wheat heads flee
before the winnower can find its breath
ice cream, ice cream
everywhere
fit for kings and kids
i swear
flavors every bud could taste
melting melting melting
for the want of cake and pie
out west, a dire tale of waste
04/05/2010
Author's Note: To Gregory O'Neill, in need of something other than ice cream
Posted on 04/05/2010
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/05/10 at 07:12 PM HA! And double HA-HA! Yes, a pie or a cake, my (tiny) kingdom for cupcake! Thank you very much! Delighted! |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 04/05/10 at 07:14 PM this is indeed delightful, i love it! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/06/10 at 01:43 PM I love it lady. I'll have to give you the recipe I use for scones. It was my mother-in-laws though I vary it nearly everytime I bake it. It's quick to make and to bake. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/06/10 at 03:05 PM Kris- am I invited too? It sounds wonderful. I'll have a cupcake (or 2), oh, and yes, ice cream. Great write. Only you could turn baking into a poem. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/09/10 at 11:50 AM another delightful and fun tale expertly woven, by Kristina and I might add, delicious. |
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