Recipe for Mud Cake

Recipe for Mud Cake short poem

A bowl of butter, dough, eggs and sugar come together,
Mix till the consistency is right, you’ll figure.

Next, molten chocolate you will take,
Add to the bowl, not a drop you must forsake!

The contents of the bowl you must whisk and fold,
Treating the brown elixir as if it were gold.

Place gently into an oven, don’t shove,
Now add the final ingredient – love.

Watch as the beauty takes form,
Bake till the surface cracks, for that’s the norm.

Reach into the oven with a mitten,
The cake will surely leave you smitten!

Have a taste at the finale, so brown,
And bid good-bye to all your frowns!

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An Engineer with bursts of creativity. My poems are mostly rhymes and sometimes take a nonsensical turn. When I'm not working, I write poems or work on paper craft.
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Recipe for Mud Cake makes you want to reach out and grab that as soon as the oven is opened, the aroma and taste filter through the words. @sushantika you just proved that poetry knows no limits!

Deepak Janardhan

Deliciously humorous and delicately creative poem 🙂
Loved it!


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