Cakes Poem by Phil Soar

Cakes



Cakes are taunting me
They know I am susceptible
Inviting me to choose one
Their colour and sweetness
An aromatic concoction
They seem to know I am trying to avoid them
Cakes are bastards!

Thursday, November 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: silly
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