The Baker With the Magic Spoon

I found this in some old notes I had.  It's meant to read as a poem/story.  Forgive me for the cliche-ish rhyming in some parts.  LOL

--kh

There once lived a baker with a magic spoon

That when he waived it and sang a special tune

The food he wanted would appear, dance, and serve itself around the room

He'd make cookies, cakes and casseroles

Juicy pot roasts and delectable stews

Pastries and breads

Noodles and sauces

Soufflés and parfaits

And never-ending link sausages

All for the royals and guests he'd entertain

And he was paid quite handsomely for the foods that he made.

However, one  day the food turned on him and said "What thanks do we get for the money you make?"

"Besides being consumed and cleaned from a plate?"

And they ganged up on the poor baker just trying to make a buck

All dripping and oozing with food drippings muck

And the baker not sure of what to say, said...

"Well...you are served to the finest of the land!  You swim in their bellies and make them glad!  Surely that's not so bad."

This made the food think (yes, it's odd that it could) and the soufflé announced..."Don't listen to him...he only cares about himself!"

And the stew said..."No, maybe he does a noble thing that we should be honored to be a part of!"

(Clearly the soufflé was more rebellious than the stew)

And the noodles noodled..."Who cares...let's just get him!"

And while the food argued back and forth trying to decide what to do with the cook,

The cook left the castle and decided to break the spoon and bury it so no one else would be treated this way.

And he decided to work hard and prepare his own foods with the talents he had

And though the work was harder and the hours longer he was happier

Because he could create his own magic

And the food he made remained docile.