I’ve a little kitchen tidy

Quite handy, near the sink

And in it go the kitchen scraps –

I know that some folk think

That throwing out the veggie peel

Is tantamount to sin.

Unfortunately, where I live

There is no compost bin.

 

I often make a sponge cake, Eggs required are four.

Before I put them on to beat

I check them to ensure

That all are fresh, and so I crack

Each egg, one by one,

Then pop them in the mixer,

Until the job is done.

 

When one has had a sleepless night

One isn’t at one’s best,

But even so, one must prepare

For each expected guest.

 

And so it was, I made a pie

And then prepared to bake

The one thing I’m proficient at –

A good four egg sponge cake.

 

I cracked the eggs, one, two and three

But when it came to four

I don’t know what came over me,

My mind flew out the door

And concentration had, I fear, a momentary lapse,

I cracked the egg, not in a bowl, but in the kitchen scraps.

 

Now heed these words of warning,

To cooks who are inspired

To rustle up a four egg sponge.

Don’t do it when you’re tired.