My Mother's Cake
Caught red handed, my hand deep in the cake.
My poor mother, it’d taken her all day to bake.
Her own marzipan she had made,
And there was me, striking a morning raid.
Little fingers buried deep in the fruit
All I could think about was the edible loot.
I took so much I couldn’t eat it all,
For my brother I did call.
He helped to eat what I couldn’t conceal
We pigged ourselves on the fruit and mixed peel.
Mother’s horror at first blamed mice
Took one look at her sons and thought twice
My brother – he had the edge on me
He was older, but I was too young to foresee.
Being smart, he’d used toothpaste
I just stood there with an innocent face.
Our mouths were inspected inside.
My poor mother, she could have cried
I was caught red handed
Boy, did I cry when the slipper landed.
Dad’s slipper chased me up to bed
Where I was to go hungry and not to be fed.
In my bed I wept and lay
Whilst my brother went out to play
Looking back at this day we all smile
It’s been a few years since – quite a while
I’m a qualified chef now, and know how to bake
But nothing beats my mother’s cake.
My poor mother, it’d taken her all day to bake.
Her own marzipan she had made,
And there was me, striking a morning raid.
Little fingers buried deep in the fruit
All I could think about was the edible loot.
I took so much I couldn’t eat it all,
For my brother I did call.
He helped to eat what I couldn’t conceal
We pigged ourselves on the fruit and mixed peel.
Mother’s horror at first blamed mice
Took one look at her sons and thought twice
My brother – he had the edge on me
He was older, but I was too young to foresee.
Being smart, he’d used toothpaste
I just stood there with an innocent face.
Our mouths were inspected inside.
My poor mother, she could have cried
I was caught red handed
Boy, did I cry when the slipper landed.
Dad’s slipper chased me up to bed
Where I was to go hungry and not to be fed.
In my bed I wept and lay
Whilst my brother went out to play
Looking back at this day we all smile
It’s been a few years since – quite a while
I’m a qualified chef now, and know how to bake
But nothing beats my mother’s cake.
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