Category Archives: cupcake perusings



Words from the piggy

in the middle

with the figgy

and the plums.


Tis the mincemeat treat

The Lazy girl Cake

Stalked all in one

method acting

sponge contracting.


Every baking girl

deserves actual eggs

with viable seeds too.


Plant the egg and not the seed

Crack into earth and watch it bleed.

Sow and risk it

plant and whisk it

Was it a good lay?



life suddenly strayed

left you sat on splintered slatted bench

Gangrenous legs wrapped in clingfilm

pickled sarnie thermos stench.

Clucking for chicks


Here chicky chick chick

Here chicky chick


We’ve got the same tail feathers

You and me.


Lazy Girl Cake Recipe


8oz SF flour

5oz Sugar

5oz Butter

2 eggs

3oz dried fruit

Jar of Mincemeat

Mixy Mixy bung in oven at normal


Meet  flat thing.


Lazy Girl Cake

Spellings for a boy aged 6 (part 17)



The Dream was always of a bigger

picture on the wall, showing the 
adventure of a
creature with a miserable
future. This suited his compliant
nature and we could often find and
catch him without a
stitch on, scrambling around the 
kitchen begging for scraps of cake
we taunted

These could potentially be the last spellings for a boy aged 6. We will see.

Bloggerwurst (100th Blog)


The 100th blog have cometh

I review my CupCake Perusing aims.
and look at my blog manifesto

with all of my bloggerwurst claims.

I have failed to mention Imelda
strumming her guitar while playing the shoe,
also pans with pots as company
and pots that are homes for bamboo.
Bamboo’s a great name for panda
you can confuse him by calling him food.
Apparently next week on Attenborough,
Bamboo will get in the mood
Until then, I’ll work on mespellings,
with eyes and ease as they emerge.
Keep whistling this dirge my dear lovelies
While we see if Bamboo and Tian Tian will converge.

Female pandas ovulate just once a year, with a narrow window of only 36 hours in which they can get pregnant. Tuesdays and Wednesdays are quite popular.

I had intended to write about plant pots and not pandas. Et comme si de rien n’était, la fée disparut!!!
Au Revoir xx

Birthday Strangeness


Birthday Strangeness

I can’t be only one who seeks out my birthday date

On a yoghurt, on some milk

On some small exceptionally stale cakes.

Tis the sell by date of the fated

waited on by numbers that are weighted

to the clock that ticks towards

the new old age

at Midnight.


it becomes

inedible, unusable

you’re left with rancid rotting consumables!!

Birthday oldness

Birthday newness

Time to chuck away

the birthday blueness

that left you colder

as you became older!!

Only one thing for it:

Warm and Bathe

In the vast candle light

on your stodgy cake parade

AND take cake and tea

and tea and cake

and cake and tea

and tea and cake

and tea and cake

and tea and cake

and cake and tea

and all will end

tea and cakely


99 bloggal posts

floating in the summer sky