A/N: Prompt 6: from zanganito: Ginger
(Young Arthur has appeared previously in December challenges, recruited to the Irregulars in a poem posted on 6th December 2012...Felons and Festive Fripperies. He ages very slowly:-p)
Ginger
Arthur waits his turn, politely,
Mrs H in charge, quite rightly,
Tea towels wrapped as aprons, tightly;
Baking gingerbread.
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Urchins' hands are close inspected
One or two are thus rejected;
Soap required, not unexpected;
Baking gingerbread.
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Flour and spice and eggs to measure,
Warmth and light and cheer to treasure,
Make the most of simple pleasure;
Baking gingerbread
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Wooden spoons on table clatter,
Bowls tip over, contents splatter,
Cloths supplied to mop spilled batter;
Baking gingerbread
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World outside is dark and dreary,
Urchins often cold and weary,
But, for now, their world is cheery;
Baking gingerbread.
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Scents from oven, most enticing,
Mrs H prepares the icing,
Usual neatness sacrificing;
Baking gingerbread.
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Biscuit men are allocated,
Little characters created,
Colour schemes and "clothes" debated;
Baking gingerbread.
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In the parlour; cocoa steaming,
Firelight on small faces, gleaming,
Proud and happy cooks are beaming;
Baking gingerbread.
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