PoEm

Upon her sitting and waiting,
she felt it was time for her to be baking.
She felt all of a sudden very antsy,
then gathered the ingredients of her fancy.
With chocolate, sugar, milk, and flour, found a spoon,
and she poured, mixed, and stirred til full-moon.
Then with paper-cups and drops of batter,
she quickly ran to the oven for her matter.
Followed by a timer's sound,
she quickly spun around.
Cupcakes she yelped, as she helped herself.

i think this is a work in progress :-)