Cakes 

( Aranygaluska)

Cakes !!

Of all the bakes?

I always thought the ganache

Had so much panache;

And here a story 

All hunky dory,

But how to make a character

Of a runny batter! 

Is not goulash better?

"Do not be the same old meat eater!"

Quipped the Aranygaluska, sitting snugly in the picture,

The beautiful yeasty ball of Galuska smiled

As I worried, went crazy and wild,

Glistening in the molten butter

That she was rolled in amidst girly chatter,

Plump and cute,

Frosty with the crushed sugar sweet,

Nuts she had frolicked with and rolled in, still stuck to her,

Walnuts still entwined around her, all bare,

Actually there were a few like her,

All arranged in layers,

Peeping from within winked the raisins,

When the Galuska was filled with warmth and baked golden, 

The lovely golden balls of dough,

Cradled in a bed of vanilla custard, in a glass trough,

Can I think of anything more sexy!

Aranygaluska, you never fail to impress me.

©®Madhumita