Though some would say that I’m a flake
when I’m called upon to bake,
and though I qualify just barely,
I feel I’m typecast most unfairly.
True, I rank with all the rookies
when it comes to baking cookies,
and my cupcakes don’t win prizes
at anything but worst surprises.
Nonetheless, my precedent
at providing less than I had meant
is never intentional.
It’s just that I am rather dull
when it comes to pleasuring
by sifting, baking, measuring.
I lack that culinary calm
so never cook without a qualm.
When I baked banana bread
and measured powdered sugar instead
of flour, yes, I must confess
it created an awful mess.
And when I burned the chicken stew
because I had so much to do,
I hope that you remember that
I trimmed the plants and fed the cat,
wrote a poem and made some art,
(scorched the toast and burned the tart)
took the puppy for a walk,
phoned a friend and had a talk.
So though my fridge is lacking stuff,
I find my life is full enough
All in all, what I’ve got cookin’
may not be where you are lookin’.