Real Toads: Ella's delicious challenge

At the online writers' group, Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Ella has the edge on us today, having posted photos of many delicious concoctions and challenging us to sit down to write about poems about them, rather than rushing to the nearest bakery. Easier said than done, Ella my friend. 
 

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when I was young

mom often baked

a beautiful, delicious cake

containing a whole dozen eggs 

  

we three loved to watch it rise

through the oven window

it rose so high

above the pan

we were sure it would overflow

    

the top got crisp

and then it cracked

as she took it out onto a rack

and turned it upside down to cool

on a long-necked bottle

of long-finished brew
  
Note: I couldn't find a poetic way to say "angel cake pan" but those of you who had mothers who loved to bake have figured it out. Yes, delicious memories.
K

Ella's Edge for Real Toads: movies

Okay, I'm going to give you a few hints, and some of you may be old enough to guess my all-time lifetime favorite movie.
There's even a prize. I'll send you a ticket just like the ones in the photo Ella posted for her movie challenge today at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.
She asked members of the writers' group, and anyone who has a favorite movie, to write a poem, either about the movie, or using the title of the movie, or quoting lines from it. I did some of those things, but I didn't use the title.
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younger than springtime,

I was just a cockeyed optimist

in love with a wonderful guy,

and this nearly was mine.

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some enchanted morning

without any warning

you will meet a stranger:

you will be in danger

despite the crowded room.

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two hundred and one

pounds of fun

was my great big honey-bun

but a load of honey-bun

broke my ribs

one by one.

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when I washed that man

right out of my hair,

who knew I’d be fined

for polluting?

it wasn’t the creme rinse

or the shampoo solution...

the environmental officer

said my voice was noise pollution.