Angel Cake

By 31st July 2014December 9th, 2019No Comments

A wooden spoon
Was my favourite toy,
When I was young boy,
I would sit with my sister,
On the seat,
And pretend I had cooked us something to eat.

I grew up, wanting to cook,
But there was never enough food,
To cook all the meals
In my mum’s cook book.

I joined the army,
As a young man,
And most of the food,
It came in a can.

I done all the marching,
And I cooked all the food,
They all seemed to like it,
And said it was good.

But out on the field,
In the mud and cold,
I could not make a fire,
And so I was told,
To only eat cold meat,
And biscuits like clay.

I would dream of things,
I would cook one day,
Then it went very dark,
And then no noise,
“Here you are son”,
Said a soft man’s voice
“You can cook us our special,
On a golden plate”,
And “what’s that” I said
“Why its Angel Cake”

Carol Holmans

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