JOSIE'S POEMS

Senses Poems

By Josie Whitehead

USING YOUR COMMON SENSES

By Josie Whitehead

Using Your Common Senses

First come the eyes

     Which spotted that Mum

Was making the cake

     That would end in my tum.

 

Second the ear

     That heard the blades beat,

Whirring and stirring

       Ingredients sweet. 

 

Third came the taste

     As I licked out the bowl

And my mouth had secured

       Its ultimate goal.

 

Fourth came the smell

      From the oven that bakes

Those scrumptious, delicious,

      Mother-made cakes.

 

Fifth came the feel

      Of that cake in my hand

And now it's all gone,

      But *eeh it were grand!

 

* Yorkshire dialect for 'Oh that was good.'

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