Citizens, rise, we must be awake, <br />Carol and Herbert are baking a cake. <br />Poppyseed soaked in milk from the cow <br />cookbook from grandma telling them how. <br />Raisins and honey, apples and oil, <br />mixed all together, covered with foil. <br />Beating the eggwhites, hurry now dear <br />oven is fired, let's share a beer. <br /> <br />All the small children from the next street <br />come down to Carol, ready to eat. <br />All the detractors, envious guys <br />weighing the factors, making her eyes. <br />But on the patio, we now relax <br />eating and laughing, all to the max. <br />Time has a habit just like a cake, <br />quick as a rabbit, leaves a small ache.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poppyseeds-of-the-past-wise-toddlers/
