{"id":6381,"date":"2025-04-03T17:25:34","date_gmt":"2025-04-03T06:55:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/?p=6381"},"modified":"2025-04-10T14:44:18","modified_gmt":"2025-04-10T04:14:18","slug":"announcement-kristin-murdock-and-susan-hobson-win-the-march-wwwc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/2025\/04\/announcement-kristin-murdock-and-susan-hobson-win-the-march-wwwc\/","title":{"rendered":"ANNOUNCEMENT: Kristin Murdock and Susan Hobson win the March WWWC!"},"content":{"rendered":"
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We’re pleased to announce the winners of the March WWWC: Kristin Murdock and Susan Hobson. We couldn’t decide between their entries, so this month’s is a jointly awarded prize. Read Kristin’s entry below, and find Susan’s here<\/a>.<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Kristin’s ‘Revenge Takes the Cake’ is a rollicking poem about baking, competition, and sabotage. <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

Revenge Takes the Cake<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Barbra Foster\u2019s kitchen dresser was lined with ribbons blue.
When it came to cooking contests, she knew them through and through.
While some called it festival madness \u2013 a glut of bread and spongy cake \u2013
the entire town of Balsa agreed there was nothing she couldn\u2019t bake.
\u2018I get it from my mother,\u2019 said Barbra, rosy cheeked.
\u2018A shame she died at 55, before she really peaked!\u2019
Twenty years more than Mum now, Barb knew what was the go,
and how to win (yes, yet again) the Balsa Rural Show.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With such a reputation of perfect scones and pie,
of course the local paper sent a writer by.
Barbra plastered on a smile, her ample chest puffed out,
serving up a cake so fluffy, the girl could have no doubt
that the legend local baker, such a modest, humble lass,
could put her cooking where her mouth was (to brag would just be crass).
Choccy lipped and stomach full, the journo left with cheer,
assuring Barb she\u2019d win once more \u2013 her 22nd year.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018I\u2019m still not happy with who\u2019s the judge,\u2019 said Barb, her grey head shaking,
she\u2019d telephoned her good friend Peg, in a rare break from the baking.
\u2018I\u2019ve never liked old Wally Twiss; he smokes and drinks flat beer.
\u2018So I\u2019m planning to retire, once I win the show this year.
\u2018And he doesn\u2019t like me either, that pompous, balding man!\u2019
\u2018Win him over with your pies,\u2019 said Peg, \u2018You know you surely can!\u2019
So, affixing her pink apron, flour dusted on her hands,
Barb attempted cockles and tampered with friands.
In the middle of this frenzy, the flour bag ran dry.
With only one more day to go, she thought she may just cry!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ducking down the aisle of the Balsa General Store,
Barb sought out the flour and found what she\u2019d come for.
But as she clasped the packet and placed it in her trolley,
a voice came from the aisle next door \u2013 no mistaking it was Wally.
\u2018Barb Foster\u2019s had her way too long, she dominates the show.\u2019
\u2018It\u2019s time another won the prize, old Barbra has to go.\u2019
Next voice was Joyce Smithers, all coy as it filtered through.
\u2018Oh Wal, you are a joker! Did you know I\u2019m cooking too?\u2019
That horrid, balding little man, Wally bloody Twiss,
Barb hadn\u2019t liked him anyway and now he\u2019s spouting this!
Barb jammed her shopping in her bag, leaving them behind,
but passing by a bag of nuts, a spark flashed in her mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Come Balsa Show Day, Barb stacked the cakes, she really had to dash.
But not before she cleared a space for her expected new blue sash.
In the wooden hall, Barb\u2019s fluffy cake was the last one in the row.
Joyce smiled across the room, her pearly teeth on show.
And quick to take her chance, as Joycie chatted to her niece,
Barb stuck a nib of peanut in Joyce\u2019s sliced off taster piece.
Wal was always on about his allergy, as if it really mattered \u2026
More important than his whining was her reputation stayed unshattered.
She met Wally\u2019s smarmy smile with a smug one of her choice
waiting for his reaction when he took some cake from Joyce.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It happened fairly quickly; Barb quite sure he overreacted.
He sputtered, fell, then turned quite blue, his pupils were contracted.
Apparently, it was touch and go, Barb later heard from Peg.
\u2018Don\u2019t be daft,\u2019 Barb chuckled. \u2018These doctors love to pull your leg.\u2019
She\u2019d rearranged her ribbons, spread them out to hide the space
In spite of all the nonsense, a smile stretched Barb\u2019s face.
While the end of Balsa cooking comps was one thing this drama cost,
although she may not have won again, Barb also hadn\u2019t lost!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This is the second time Kristin has won the WWWC. <\/strong>
Read her first winning entry, ‘The Broken Pedal’, here<\/a>.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

We’re pleased to announce the winners of the March WWWC: Kristin Murdock and Susan Hobson. We couldn’t decide between their entries, so this month’s is a jointly awarded prize. Read Kristin’s entry below, and find Susan’s here. Kristin’s ‘Revenge Takes … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":12,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[80],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6381","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-for-fun"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4v1Of-1EV","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6381","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/12"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6381"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6381\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6388,"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6381\/revisions\/6388"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6381"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6381"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6381"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}