The inherent dangers of baking…

It’s been a spell since I nonsensed up a verse and doodled down a character.

Flicking through my doodle book one day last week I came across this poor creature, her name’s Katie Cake. She was once the centre of a love triangle which led to a terrible and bloody vendetta between Mr Smudge and Flavius, but that was years ago, and anyway, her marriage to the baker didn’t last.

Katie loves cake, ‘oh yes she does’, but baking cakes has inherent dangers, particularly when love turns that slightly skewed corner onto Compulsion Street…

For Anonymous – whoever you are

Katie Cake

(or the dangers of cake making)

Katie Cake, oh Katie Cake,

All she ever did was bake.

Up with dawn all wide awake,

Setting to with no mistake,

As though her very life at stake,

Nor any rest did she ever take,

Although her hands would pain and ache,

Of food, she never would partake,

And water too, she did forsake,

She mixed until her legs would shake,

And tiny eyes turned red opaque,

Till mouth would bleed and knees did quake,

And the tips of her fingers began to flake,

She mixed so hard her arm did break!

Oh Katie Cake, oh Katie Cake

Stop baking cake for heaven’s sake,

Instead take that bloodied lump of steak

And warm it in your skillet.