Philosophy for life
Making bread
It must be said
Is harder work
Than I had read:
Measure it,
Mix it,
Knead it,
Leave it,
Prod it,
Roll it,
Bake it,
Proclaim it,
In exchange:
Burnt my mouth
Straight from the oven
But silenced the kids
In quiet consumption.
Before:
Washing bowls
Scraping dough
And scouring flour
For a good half hour.
Hard labour the staff of life.
Wobbles
Bike and scooter
In the boot
Me and the boy
Off for a scoot
He’s a bit wobbly
But getting the hang
Of his shiny red bike
Until he has a prang
The distraction of pals
Takes its toll
Adverse camber
Yields a painful fall
It means a sore elbow
For my little friend
Tears and a hug
Pull him together again
He gets back on
Then pedals slowly
An ice cream pit stop
And he’s weaving home boldly.
Snap, Crackle & Pop
Scarcely awake
And a request to bake
Inspiration strikes
Rice Krispy cakes
Sweet and simple
Lots of sprinkles
Helpful daughter
A satisfied customer.
Achilles & Aristotle 