CAKE:

The wedding cake, that crystal tower of sugared iced tiers,

With virginal sweet promises, always eaten with joyful tears,

One tier is kept for the christening of the much desired babe,

 Served on the best china, when the tiny infant in basinet is laid.

Sweet sugar, soft butter & from all over the world, exotic spice,

Flavours, aromas, the licking of wooden spoon, so sinfully nice,

Stirring in wishes & love with nuts & crystallized jeweled fruits,

Beaten, whipped, rolled & patted, poured into moulds of flutes.

Chocolate, fruit, custard, whipped, clotted & soft satiny cream,

Birthdays & celebrations, all iced with gifts & surprises unseen,

Cup-cakes, angel-cakes, gateaux, éclairs, sponge & light scones,

Padding us all out in happy fat layers & hiding all our ugly bones.

Decorated with green angelica, flowers, nuts & red-red cherries,

Figurines of tiny iced animals, forest fairies & black juicy berries,

Pinks, blues, coffees, chocolate, lilac, violets & acid lemony bees,

The mouth-watering vanilla, cinnamon, mace & soft white cheese,

The round, the square, the long, large, dainty & the very, very small,

Filling those empty spaces when we feel like we´re climbing the walls,

Cake´s just like a big fat smile, whenever we feel down, low or very sad,

So nobody on this planet earth can tell me that me eating cake is bad.

Cake glorious cake, soft & moist, never too dry & never too wet,

“Let them eat cake”, said that haughty queen, Marie Antoinette,

Who am I to argue & disagree with a very beautiful & powerful Queen?

So let´s feed cake to this whole wide world, decorated & swirled in cream.