05/02/2021
I was reminded today by my little sister that a long time ago I wrote a Poem called " The Choclate Canvas". Most of what's written in it has come true in the form of Aarnia's. So thought of sharing it with you all too-.
THE CHOCOLATE CANVAS
One fine Friday evening
the breeze so calm, the pretty twilight
i try to leave my work at work
and pretend to be bright
no orders of the boss, no tensions to take
so what could be more fun then to bake a cake.
I stare at my kitchen closet n realize i need more
so me n my lil sis take a walk to the grocery store.
as we walk past the gardens
i think, chocolate or berries??
the cake will sure take around 40 minutes
a times off from my daily worries
milk and butter and everything fat
i just hope my cake doesn't come out flat
here we are in the kitchen so clean, staring at me like an empty canvas
i plan to pick my tools and fill it with the colors of chocolaty darkness
as i take a bowl n break an egg
n pour myself out a peg
in goes the sugar,so crystal clear
i wonder how i ended up here
milk and oil for the extra soft
am i still thinking to buy that loft?
adding the flour , white and pure
will i ever succeed for sure?
i stir n stir and make a paste
oh! god my life is just a waste
cocoa would make the color so intense
ah! the gooey chocolate, i'll loose my sense
i grease the pan and add the batter
first is the cake n icing comes later
the golden butter,the sweet chocolate together they melt
oh how delightful n refreshing my kitchen smelt
yummmmmm says my sister as she licks the icing
baking is fun, baking is exiting!!!
i hate my job,but this is fun
i plan to quit when this is done
a small bakery and plenty to bake
my life would be real,nothing to fake
at last the cake is done,baked at 300 Celsius
I'm thinking I'd call it "The Chocolate Canvas"