Sugarcake!
Sugarcake!
Ah chile sweetie ting
a Trini granny could mek:

A little bit of rice,
a little bit of pea,
on my plate
for my tea.

A little bit of jam,
a little bit of toast,
in the mornings
when I love it most.

Don't be so glum,
plum.

Don't feel beaten.

You were made 
to be eaten.

But don't you know
that deep within,
beneath your juicy flesh
and flimsy skin,

A queen in a palace, slumped on a throne,
Surrounded by servants but all alone.
Heavy with handshakes, bunches of flowers,
jewels, crowns, grinning for hours.

We goin' on a school trip today,
De whole class goin' to Whitney Bay,
Ah teckin' me ball an' bat with me
To play beach cricket, an' let me see,

Next door live three old ladies. 
They’re sisters, well into their eighties, 
but to us kids, they seem beyond time. 

Let me now praise the potatoes my Dad cooks for truly they are epic,
for they come from the oven smelling so sweet, their smell delights my nostrils

Mek me tell you wha me mudder do
wha me mudder do
wha me mudder do

Me muder pound plaintain mek fufu
Me mudder catch crab mek calaloo stew