CORNCAKES ON THE MENU by Cynthia Christiansen “You say my cooking’s awful it’s burned or worse, it’s raw. Well try your hand then Daniel and I will stand in awe.” “No, go on there my comrade you’re really doin’ fine Your corncakes are right special they’re much better than mine!” “That really doesn’t please me to hear my cakes top yours I choke them down with coffee they are effective lures.” “Now hold on there a minute I think you are quite sharp My corncakes though a menace have never caught a carp!” The two friends smiled and grimaced as from the fire arose the scent of burning corncakes. The two men held their nose. And from the smoking fry pan they pried their evening meal Each munched and swallowed bravely the blackened corncake wheel. “A lesson is before us we cannot fail to see Cooking is an acquired art it’s more than brewing tea!” With lowered head Dan nodded and Mingo nodded too. Corncakes were the binding force that stuck the men like glue. Back to Poetry Page |
