my cake

My Cake

While climbing a bridge 

A late summer morning 

I saw a lovely cake

And a baker adorning

Terrified by its beauty 

And maddened by its taste

I decided to make it mine

In a pretty haste

It's day dream made me walk like a drunk

But I soon got my wits after skidding on a trunk

Now I collected its ingredients 

Seeing little time left

Let me taste all my things first

Thought the baker so deft

The flour chocked my throat

And baking powder even worsened the whole

Bowl of sugar milk and cream did no help

Please help me oh lord was my only yelp

Afraid that I would fail

And could hid myself under no veil

My wits answered no

But my heart pushed me for the final go

Toil's flour and sweats water

Cruel time's baking powder ruining the rest 

While cooking I felt it would turn out bad

But my cake turned out to be the best!

Sshree