Is my sponge cake spongy enough?

I'm walking down a mountain stream

Cold waves milking over naked feet

In the horizon

A bridge 

Reflects the color of the sky and

A tall, thin man

Standing like the letter A but with no shadow

Holds a red flower close to his chin

I approach him with difficulty

The stones make me wobble

I hold my stomach like some to check

If they are pregnant

The tall man turns and asks,

"Ih, ih, is my cake spongy enough

He stretched out his hand and gave me

An unfirm handshake and in the other handed me cake

"Libertus, you have freed me of the sponge cake!"

"Who are you" I cried, almost slipping off my rock

I am the ghost of Andrew Jackson,

Born in the kitchen in Rah, Raleigh, N.C. on

July 26th 1777.

Tis I who made a sponge cake for my mom, a cake she called

The Common Sponge Cake

Which later on inspired my ideas to advance the rights

of Common Caucasians

But that day, 3 months and 9 days after my birthday

The first time I got the courage to bake the Cake

I was so nervous from the revolutionary fighting

You could hear the sound of the musket shots ringing across the 

Kitchen table (Carved from American maple and estimated on

Antique Roadshow action between $4,500 and $5,500)

"I suffered so many trepidations" he said "I undeliberately 

Overwhipped the batter and

Mother scolded me for the cake being 

Too spongy.

My punishment forbid me to sit for 3 days

After that for years I added extra walnuts 

And my common Sponge Cake got so hard that

George Washington, once over for tea on April 29 1781,

Broke all his front teeth whilst biting into it!

Washington pulled his sword out in anger but

I quickly grabbed it from him and used it to stab the cake.

I Wheeled and whirled  'till it went flying onto the floor.

"Clean it up!" I cried to my slaves

But George never came back to my house from that day on."

Hearing such delightful takes from the A framed Jackson Ghost 

Still teetering on a wooden bridge

Made my stomach grumble

Bidding him farewell 

I left the forest expeditiously

Using my 

Diligent GPS

I knew I could find a nearby store to buy

Cookies and Cream with a touch of Roundup 

And as the ice cream dripped down my throat 
I took the sponge cake that I had slid deep into my pocket

And thinking of Andrew Jackson fuming over

his culinary missed exploits
I swallowed it in one go.