Sponge Cake Revisited

Sammy was still her very right old name

And she was glad that some things like that don’t often change

Not however to say in the least

That this raven haired girl was some old beast

                                Not in the at all in the least

 

It seemed like it had been days

Since her kitchen clutter craze

Back then with the help of her kinda real friend,

Rory and Sammy gave the cupboards a mend

 

Spik-n-Span was the lay of the land

 

Now the kitchen was all fresh and clean

In ways like Sammy was sure she’d never seen

The dust and mold all drawn away

Windows open, fresh air and light of day

Never could Sammy remember a thyme

When dull smoke stained bulbs were the only glow of light to find

An herb of rosemary sat potted on the table

Living life right sure and able

 

Now for the raven haired Sammy was sure

The kitchen was clean but full up no more

Sick to the stomach with the smell of pine cleaners

Empty and hungry with again nothing to eat here

Or was that really true?

Sammy had an idea ‘bout just what to do

The frig stood upright and still

No, folks it was not yet full

The pizza was gone a whole day ago

Nothing to eat? Well, that was not so

 

A refrigerator all clean and white like new

To it now like a moth to a flame Sammy flew

Eggy white the icebox again now was

But its contents were about what had Sammy all a buzz

She opened the door

But looked down to the floor

The frig was all the empty on the inside

She slammed her fist against the vacuous thing that just would not abide

Still all’s never lost in this drive to soothe her palate

All was not lost just yet

 

Where did it go? Where had it gone?

The last entrée she’d kept after all

The sponge cake and rotten fruit

Last of all of her nasty waste-y concoction, her hidden loot

Quickly to the freezer section she bid herself

Sammy recalled that’s where she’d hidden her wealth

Deep inside, in the back hard to see

Her freezer had no light to show what its contents might be

Sammy reached past the ice cube bin

And on her tiptoes felt around deep in

 

There it was, her glimmer of hope

Nestled in far, so far she had to grope

Covered in sparkly icy snow crystals all ‘round

The last bit of food left that she’d now found

So far in she had to turn the tray to make it give way

From the frozen surface where it wanted to just rightly stay

To wriggle it free, she thought

To bring it to me, she thought

Finally she could stand it no longer

She pulled and she pulled and it fell out upon her

Crashing poor Sammy right down

Crashing little Sammy right to the ground

 

It landed on top of her with an exhausting big thump

Left her stunned a bit and laying like a lump

When she recovered she grabbed hold of the plate

And lifted it up like a temple idol ready to sate

Still holding it on high

The frozen plate made her give a deep joyful cry

Victory! She called that all aloud

And stood up nearly taking a bow

Almost dropping her frozen prize

Still, she hung on tight thanks to her hunger drive

 

To the table she went

There her dish of wonder she set

Beginning to sweat the creation sat still

Blossoming sort of, Sammy thought by her own will

All the cake, all the fruit that could be salvaged

From days ago with the clearing outage

She cultivated this pile of rescued fruits

Upon a level of resting yellow cake boots

All frosted over like a cool winter morn

When the new snow has fallen lightly just to adorn

 

Sammy turned in a twirl

She ran cross the kitchen in a swirl

She slammed open the drawer

‘Til it fell to the floor

Utensils everywhere

Sammy just stood there and took a stare

Over all the dull metal bits

Forks, spoons, knives…the whole lot of it

 

So quickly she made herself sit

Right down there in the sprawled out middle of it

Clicking and clacking, sorting on through

For just the right proper utensils to use

They may all have looked the same

But her search was not in vein

As she rifled through and through

To find the right fit, the proper tool

To dine on her concoction

Of dry sponge cake and fruit near dead; frozen not rotten

Picked clean as planned

During the other day’s cleaning span

But still dark and old

Even if not quite yet set to mold

And that’s nothing compared with the utensils so crude

Sammy looked over the blackened metal bits and cried, Dude!

 

She gathered them all up unseemly in her arms

And dumped them in the sink where they ought to be darned

A clinky, a clank in the sink they all sank

Covered in soap powder, she did them to clean up their dank

The water was on

She prayed that with that nothing would go wrong

And the water did rise to the occasion

To the task of this house’s little spunky matron

She scrubbed and she scrubbed when the soak had gone right

It’s wasn’t so long, but felt way into the night

Soon after some hard labors of hands

The dingy old tools did come clean as planned

 

She set a place at her table now

For a queen not a king, oh and how

A plate mat, napkins and big white (more than less) clean plate

Of course the silverware for her much anticipated dinner date

She pulled out the chair

Offered the seat to no one particular

Set herself down and drew herself in

Ready to indulge in this well aged dessert din

 

Sponge cake and rotten fruit, oh what a mess

Sponge cake and rotten fruit, a meal in duress

Sponge cake and rotten fruit, without any guests

Sponge cake and rotten fruit, what a meal, what a mess

 

To dine again

In the now clean kitchen

Ado, ado

Much for Sammy still to do

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

Reviews

[Ees]

Wow! I love it! It flows and is easy to read and follow! It's rather long and I tend to get bored of poems that are long, but this one was fun to read!

The only real critique that I have is that sometimes you get a wee bit wordy and removing the excess would still leave the essence in tact. I think the best way for you to see what I am talking about is to read it aloud and pretend that there is an audience there hanging on every word.

The use of the word "darned" bothers me, because to darn is to mend socks and I don't think you can mend kitchen utensils in the same way.

Overall I think this is a fantastic poem. so much fun!

[gombeggar]

thanks...if u liked it so much u may wanna look back at the earlier spongecake poem i have posted...i'll reread it and see about tweeking it...but i think the 'darn' is just a local phrasing round my parts that u wouldn't know...still i'll double check that as well...thanks again

[Ees]

Okay, cool. I will go back and read the earlier one. It is weird how local phrasing is, often times you don't realize that not everybody says those things until you are out of town and accidentally offend somebody for japping on you. Apparently that is not said everywhere, and when it is said in other places it carries some racist connotations. who knew? And children usually lick lolly pops other places and don't enjoy suckers. You still might want to think about that word unless you intend on most of your readers being from where you are from.

[gombeggar]

ahh, perhaps u need to appreciate collocializmums (sp?) much more...older writings are full of them...and i kinda like 'japping' ;)

[Ees]

haha, I do love colliloquisoms! (don't know how to spell it either!) I am actually fascinated by them. But in poetry I think that they are hard to work with. In a story you'd have time to explain them. In a poem, if you are unfamiliar they punch you in face and you just have to move on a little bit dazed.

[Felicity's Eve]

This was an entertaining read. ^^

Great work! :)

[gombeggar]

thanks much :)

[Felicity's Eve]

Np ^^

[kimmy]

lol this was just funny to me and it was so well written. I loved how the whole thing just flowed together and made everything so easy to read and to understand. I think this is one of my favorite reads on here:)
Thank you so much for sharing this with us, it was a great read. Something that I have truly enjoyed reading.

[gombeggar]

thanks very much....so glad u liked it, girl...appreciate your comment

[gombeggar]

ohh...look back on my list for the 1st one: sponge cake and rotten fruit, if u like

[kimmy]

Thanks I will do that, I loved this one:)

[WingsToFly]

Your writing style is really interesting and unique.

[gombeggar]

thank u much

[Jo March]

I love how eventful your poetry is. The pun 'thyme' I especially loved. Good stuff

[gombeggar]

thanks very much

[de_maruf]

oho
i got tired to read but finally i read it full
awesome

[gombeggar]

much obliged