Creative Cooking

by Leslie Danford Perkins
I baked my father’s birthday cake.
I did it by myself.
I used my mother’s cookbook
that was lying on the shelf.

The cookbook called for flour,
so I picked a yellow rose.
I washed the dirt and bugs off
with my mother’s garden hose.

The cookbook called for egg whites,
so I chopped up all the shells.
I stirred them with the yellow rose,
which made delicious smells.

The baking powder can was gone,
and so I used instead
the powder Mother sprinkles
on my baby brother, Fred.

I baked the cake and then
I made some icing out of ice.
I don’t know how the cake will taste,
but wow! It sure looks nice.


Text © Bruce Lansky reprinted from Happy Birthday to Me!, published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Jack Lindstrom. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.

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