Not Everyone Can Bake by Genny Dalby

The other day I read about
The benefits of baking
The writer had without a doubt
Had made it sound amazing.

I cut the recipes out quickly
And stuck them in a book
But as you might or not see
I can neither bake nor cook.

My mother and her mother
They baked all the time
But I must confess to you
When I tried, it was a crime.

My cakes tasted like dirt
The appetizers made you gag
And the soups made you ill
My cooking was not "in the bag".

 This time wasn’t different
It wasn’t a total surprise
That even the writer’s secret hints
Could not make my cakes rise.