I call it - Black Cat

 

With kitchen tongs and spatulas

I measure up a batch

Then shape it like a cookie

and strike myself a match,

I haven’t any apron

or a fancy paper hat

I may be just a rookie

but I’ll bake it just like that,

The smell will make you hungry

as it wafts from room to room

I’ll wash up the utensils

and sweep up with a broom,

I should have set the timer

the smoke, it makes me cough

The thing is welded to the tray

I cannot scrape it off,

There isn’t any fire

no need to make the call,

I’ll paint on little whiskers

and hang it on the wall.