When I received this in the mail from a dear friend, I thought, at first, she had sent me a small broom to brush away all of the dust that the hostile Texas wind had blown into our home. However, upon reading the poem that came with it... I was delighted. Here is the poem
A round whisk broom, you say...
Or maybe it's a clothing brush.
To this, I must say nay.
My use is not to be a brush;
My purpose is another.
Now can you guess just what am?
...I was used by Grandmother.
Remember how she'd break a straw,
From near by the kitchen broom,
To test the cake that she had baked;
Thus saved it from doom?
So hang me near your oven door,
There handy I will be.
Do not pull, just break off my straw;
I'm a cake tester.....see?
A conversation piece you need:
to brighten up your day?
Let your friends guess just what I am;
Listen to what they say.
Soon talk will be of yesteryear
And the memories will awake.
Pour each a cup of coffee now
and serve a piece of cake.
Don't you just love this? I remember my mama pulling off a straw from the top of a broom to test cake and muffins. I have used toothpicks, and now I guess I will have something else to use!