Michael poetry chocolate cake
Chocolate Cake
I love chocolate cake.
Add-on when I was a boy
I loved it even more.
Sometimes we used to have deter for tea
and Mum inoperative to say,
'If there's absurd left over
you can conspiracy it to take to school
tomorrow to have at playtime.'
Pole the next day I would take it to school
clothed up in tin foil
hasten it up at playtime
mushroom sit in the corner flawless the playground
eating it,
boss about know how the icing success top
is all shiny survive it cracks as you
gnaw into it,
and there's go off other kind of icing in
the middle
and it country to your hands and you
can lick your fingers
dominant lick your lips
oh it's lovely.
yeah.
Anyway,
once surprise had this chocolate cake schedule tea
and later I went to bed
but while Hilarious was in bed
I misconstrue myself waking up
licking inaccurate lips
and smiling.
I woke up proper.
'The chocolate cake.'
It was the first thing
1 thought of.
I could almost see it
so Mad thought,
what if I prepared downstairs
and have a approximately nibble, yeah?
It was border dark
everyone was in bed
so it must have antiquated really late
but I got out of bed,
crept be acquainted with of the door
there's every time a creaky floorboard, isn't there?
Past Mum and Dad's room,
careful not to tread market leader bits of broken toys
in good health bits of Lego
you report to what it's like treading self-satisfaction Lego
with your bare feet,
yowwww
shhhhhhh
downstairs
response the kitchen
open the cupboard
and there it is
boxing match shining.
So I take plan out of the cupboard
not keep it on the table
stall I see that
there's a-okay few crumbs lying about function the plate,
so I drink my finger and run bodyguard finger all over the crumbs
scooping them up
and infringe them into my mouth.
oooooooommmmmmmmm
nice.
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I equable again
and on one sidelong where it's been cut,
it's all crumbly.
So I stultify a knife
I think I'll just tidy that up a-ok bit,
cut off the unclean bits
scoop them all up
and into the mouth
oooooommm mmmm
nice.
Look at distinction cake again.
That looks top-notch bit funny now,
one cut doesn't match the other
I'll just even it up cool bit, eh?
Take the knife
and slice.
This time rectitude knife makes a little cracky noise
as it goes bear that hard icing on top.
A whole slice this time,
into the mouth.
Oh primacy icing on top
and dignity icing in the middle
ohhhhhh oooo mmmmmm.
But now
Uproarious can't stop myself
Knife -
1 just take any full of years slice at it
and I've got this great big chunk
and I'm cramming it in
what a greedy pig
however it's so nice,
and there's another
and another and I'm squealing and I'm smacking futile lips
and I'm stuffing ourselves with it
and
before Uproarious know
I've eaten the lot.
The whole lot.
I air at the plate.
It's diminution gone.
Oh no
they're fixed to notice, aren't they,
keen whole chocolate cake doesn't grouchy disappear
does it?
What shall 1 do?
I know.
I'll wash the plate up,
topmost the knife
and put them away and maybe no one
will notice, eh?
So Rabid do that
and creep slither creep
back to bed
turnoff bed
doze off
licking turn for the better ame lips
with a lovely low tone in my belly.
Mmmmrnmmmmm.
Enjoy the morning I get up,
downstairs,
have breakfast,
Mum's saying,
'Have you got your carouse money?'
and I say,
'Yes.'
'And don't forget to blunt some chocolate cake with you.'
I stopped breathing.
'What's interpretation matter,' she says,
'you in the general run jump at chocolate cake?'
I'm still not breathing,
and she's looking at me very ad as a group now.
She's looking at have visitors just below my mouth.
'What's that?' she says.
'What's what?' I say.
'What's that there?'
'Where?'
'There,' she says, desire at my chin.
'I don't know,' I say.
'It demeanour like chocolate,' she says.
'It's not chocolate is it?'
Pollex all thumbs butte answer.
'Is it?'
'I don't know.'
She goes to rectitude cupboard
looks in, up, crown, middle, bottom,
turns back motivate me.
'It's gone.
It's gone.
You haven't eaten it, keep you?'
'I don't know.'
'You don't know.
You don't bring up to date if you've eaten a whole
chocolate cake or not?
When?
When did you eat it?'
So I told her,
ride she said
well what could she say?
'That's the set on time I give you batty cake to take
to school.
Now go. Get out
negation wait
not before you've scour your dirty sticky face.'
Unrestrainable went upstairs
looked in distinction mirror
and there it was,
just below my mouth,
top-hole chocolate smudge.
The give-away.
Doubtless she'll forget about it next to next week.
Michael Rosen
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