Poetry: “The Cake” (from August 2008)

55 minutes, give or take

In the oven set on bake

An hour later get a cake

That’ll float upon a lake

It isn’t phony. It isn’t fake.

It can be quite fun to make.

It makes your belly shake and quake.

And they can serve it at your wake.

Your final rest. Your Sunday best

That’s how your dressed.

Laid out in your coffin.

Live life with zest.

Ere your final rest at Fate’s behest.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s