Sherbanu Molu (1st March 1996 / Mombasa, Kenya)
Chocolate dripping down from the cake,
Oh! My life at stake,
Some flakes sprinkled on the top,
When the knife went chop chop,
A big cherry placed on the centre,
Red in color,
Something you can never compare,
Freshly baked chocolate cake,
Is sold without a brake,
Early in the morning,
Business is boosting,
When chocolate cake,
Is peacefully baked...
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