The world used to be sliced in two
People who don’t bake/ those who do
Bequeathed mixer accused me, sitting
Unused, redundant in the kitchen
Forbidding as a loaded Luger
(Butter, flour, eggs and sugar)
Then, on a whim, I took a risk
And gingerly attached the whisk
Observed a basic recipe
The most pedestrian alchemy
A sponge resulted without a stutter
(Flour and eggs, sugar, butter)
My eye is in, I’m baking blind!
Choux! Meringues! (the Italian kind)
Measure, beat and cream and dredge
Fill each springform to the edge
The genuine article – no bootlegs
(Sugar, butter, flour and eggs)
Via the oven proof comes of care
Hell, I’m almost a boulanger
Be a Buddhist or be a Quaker
I find my peace by being a baker
This quatuorvirate is my higher power
Eggs and sugar, butter, flour
