How to make the perfect Victoria Sponge

The following is my advice for how to make the perfect Victoria Sponge:
open your phone
use google
type in "perfect victoria sponge".
Go from there

Sorry, I can't be anymore help than that.

I like to write poetry about many topics.
I will wax lyrical about all kinds of philosophies.
Try to answer some of the big questions of existence.
I have told long stories that opine in depth about our place in the universe.
Short ones too.
I've written so much it's a shock I haven't run out of ideas.
In the end though, I know my limit.
And while I've written about apocalypses I've never lived through,
About talking planets and trees,
About adventures in skies and seas,
And about having an idea about why it is we're actually all here,

but,

I will never be so brash
or dishonest
as to pretend to you
dear reader
that I know anything
anything at all
about the perfect Victoria Sponge.

You can never behave perfectly

You can never behave perfectly,
So why try at all?
You can never save everyone,
So why try at all?
You will always be doing harm,
So why try at all?

Why are you still trying?
Why haven't you given up yet?
Why are you being kind to people?
Why haven't you given up yet?
Why are you taking the hard route?
Why haven't you given up yet? 

The world is not binary
Though some people see it that way
In a world of black and white
I'm trying to be a lighter grey

We are all on different journeys
We all start as a different shade
While I will never light the world
I will still do my best not to fade

And sometimes the right thing wont make a difference
But it's still important to try
Some questions don't really have any answers
But it's still worth asking why

And it's ok if you're tired
To stop, to breath, to take a rest
To settle for a world that isn't perfect
But a world in which we've tried our best

Make 'em laugh

I want to make 'em laugh
I want to make 'em smile
But doin' so ain't easy
Doin' so takes a while 

Writing jokes is hard
Crafting comedy is art
Sure you can copy a line
But can you create from the heart?

If the mood is right
It's not too hard to shift
But creating from nothin'?
That's the rarest gift

So here's to the easy laughers
For spreading infectious cheer
Here's to the easy smilers
You're always welcome here

And to the crafters who work hard
At the comedic word-by-word
Thank you for your pains
In your mastery of the absurd

The beauty of nature

I have wandered many times down a country lane
Across a field
Along a river
And it is rarely as beautiful as it seems in art

It doesn't have the flowing sweep of a movie B-reel
With audio enhancements to bring whisperings to life
Everything looks like itself
Not a metaphor for a deep grand philosophy

My feet squelch in mud and cow pats
It takes a long time to traverse from gate to gate
The smell of animals living, eating, and the other thing
The birds "sing". But never think to add some variety to their tune.

Well, I did say "rarely". That's not never.
There is another world there. If you look just right.
It does not come as easy to me as others.
But I am learning. I am trying. And nature seems happy to wait for me.