Hiya Aidasani, Class VIII B
I’d always seen my mother’s cake,
But never tried myself to bake.
When I had to make a cake named truffle,
Then I wrapped myself into a thick duffel.
When I saw things around me,
Just think of what my gestures must have been,
The worst thing I had to care,
Was that it took two days to prepare.
The first day seemed to be a test to me,
In which my sponge crushed like a bee.
I dropped and crushed the butter,
And had a bad experience with the cutter.
The second day brought icing with it,
And a better experience I had a bit,
The ganache sat on the sponge like a rat,
But I managed to get it on a mat.
Finally, the cake was ready,
With the experience which was steady.
I’d always seen my mother’s cake,
But now I’d tried myself to bake.
