CAKE
Sitting on the glass cake stand,
So shiny I can see my reflection in its cover.
It looks so proud, so grand.
Why am I such a cake lover?
It tempts me ever so slightly
With its perfect roundness, it looks so yummy.
The frosting is covering it ever so lightly.
I can feel the rumbling in my tummy.
The texture is so smooth and round,
There’s no lump, bump, not even a mound.
The frosting is thick, but so perfectly slathered,
Hopefully this one sliver won’t even matter.
Why’d my mother have to buy one baked to perfection?
She found it in the market, in my favorite section.
She bought it on sale,
With the coupon she got in the mail.
My sterling silver fork shines in the light.
I’ve really been longing to take a bite.
I plunge my fork into the first layer,
Mmmmmmm its so good, I’ve got to say a prayer.
I run to grab a knife as fast as I can,
I need to save this precious moment in my life
I cut a decent sized piece with the clean knife.
All that thinking in a really short time span.
