I followed it to the letter,
All the contents placed in
line,
One by one I entered them,
The mixing took time.
I set the oven to 180,
As my mother had said,
The time passed so
quickly,
My cakes looked flat and
dead.
It ain’t what you do it’s the
way that you do it,
Came mother's voice from above,
Start again my darling,
Start this time and make it with love
Author Steve Boddey
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