31 May 2012
I'm covered in battle scars Of wars fought and lost You battle through the searing heat To fight at any cost
You open the door cautiously Unleash the fires of hell It's like a furnace, waiting patiently Mouth open for you as well
The tendrils of warmth snake out And wrap you in a cocoon Grit your teeth and bear it... It will be over soon
You thrust your arm in there Hoping you will earn A prize so sweet it's worth the risk Of a third degree burn
Success! Out come the recruits Fully cooked, right through They'll be gone in thirty seconds As soon as they have cooled!
It's a war, but not as you know it The kitchen is the battlefield The oven is my deadly foe And the spoons the weapon I wield!
I've been baking cupcakes Burns causing instant pain But it's worth it when they're done And you start all over again!
I.Sparrow
Baking Battles • Opuss № I