I Baked Alaska.
On a day when my sweet tooth troubled me
I decided what the best dessert would be,
I baked Alaska.
In a giant shovel shuttle I dug the land chunk out
With glee,
Any inhabitants had long decided to flee,
And Alaska was pulled up into space with me.
The oven was there,
Ready and open wide,
And with one mighty heave I flung it inside!
In the heat black soil became cookie sweet,
Mountains and snow drifts melted to gooey cream,
And the grasses green became pistachio filling
All rising to a gelatin thrilling.
When the oven went ding,
Giant oven mitts I did bring
And topped old Alaska with a star dust meringue,
I gave it a taste,
Oh what a tang!
Then, the finishing touch,
The final pizazz which adds so much.
Higher heat than any forge,
I used a solar flare torch,
Ignited the meringue with a bright flash
And a bang,
Finally, time to dig in,
Such a sweet treat,
Win, win, win!
I gulp it all down with a laugh and a grin.
I baked Alaska.
E.J. Norris.
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