Tricky Trixie

  

Tricky Trixie, small and neat, wanted something nice to eat.

A chocolate log, a raspberry bomb, a banana muffin with a huge flake on.

She had a coin - a golden penny so off to the bakers to see if he had any,

Cakes or biscuits, sticky treats, doughnuts, eclairs or puffball sweets.

 

Mr Baker - a Never happy.

A cross patch man always snappy.

A mean old monster with floury hair. A beady eyed bird with a furious stare.

 

‘Away, away, you smelly brat –

‘I don’t like kids –  a horrid lot with sticky fingers and noses full of snot. They smell of wee, they hop with fleas, they pick at spots and fester with disease.’

 NO KIDS ALLOWED!

 

‘ That’s awfully rude’ said Tricky Trixie, ‘you should be ashamed.’

 I have cash -  a golden penny and I know a game…’

 

‘Be quick, be quick you little brat – spend your money fast and that is that.’

I don’t want to play your game,

I’m the World’s best baker and for my fame –

I make every cake in the land,

And I will have that coin from your hand.

 

In she marched a plan in mind, a big idea – a grand design.

 

‘I’ll name a cake that you don’t have – I’ll win the game

 and I shall take,

every sweet and gooey bake,

every crunchy, munchy tart,

every fruity goopey pastry,

every shortbread, every biscuit,

all the fondants that I fancy..

And you will give them free and easy

 

‘Done,’ says baker, a silly man. He does not know Trixie is so clever - she will beat him – easy peasy.

 

‘First’ says Trixie thinking hard –

‘A strawberry fairy cake topped with cream?

A banana biscuit or a caramel supreme?’

 

‘Yes Yes  – I have them all. Hand over the coin and one is yours!

 

‘Not yet,’ Says Trixie feeling Tricky, ‘I want a flapjack, really sticky. Or a lemon puff with moonbeam icing or apple struedel with marshmallow slices.’

 

‘Be gone and hurry! I have them all. I am getting bored by all this naming. I’ve work to do – I will not lie, your smell is lingering like a fly!

I need to scrub. I need to clean, I want to wash where you have been.’

 

‘Fine’ says Trixie ‘ One last try – and if I lose my coin will buy

floor cleaner and some spray for flies.’

My little brother’s favourite cake is …….

Pat a cake. Do you have it?

 

‘Pat a cake? Pat a cake? What is that?’

Yells Mr Baker and throws his hat…

 

‘Ha Ha’ – laughs Trixie. ‘Now bag all my cakes and I will keep my penny. I’m off away to share my loot,

my box of lovely sticky treats.

With every poor kid in the street.

 

‘I’m finished’ said the cross old baker, ‘I have had enough of you. I know your name is Trixie but now I know the truth. You really are a very Tricky Trixie.’