sniffed the witch I wouldn't know I can barely fry an egg
though I long to see the pale pink shining through of
the egg fried just enough.
just enough, the witch brewed tea with cinnamon
and something, I'm not sure, a whiff of something...
never mind. her pies are perfect.
she'll win every prize
for the raspberry dazzle drizzled with
cream and honey baked words to match.
oooh. only made from Scratch
she is matchless, never cooking with gas
and the queen
of home economics.
mary angela douglas 4 march 2015