It looked so spongy, soft and smooth
a gourmet would agree
this sweet delight from fudge and eggs
- a perfect cake indeed
I got creative making glaze
to top this lovely torte
a bit of orange juice and cream
with chocolate to cavort
Then for the final touch at last
I split the cake in two
full hoping that the double treat
would all sweet lovers woo
Then suddenly the mountain crashed
into a pile of goo
the cracks as big as St. Andreas
and St. Helena too
The frosting dripped into the sink
as cake crumbs filled the floor
I was afraid the thing would grab
and sqeeze me through the door
Oh, what a horrid circumstance
when all so perfect seemed
to turn out like a pile of glop
with me and cake unseamed
May all you cooks across the world
be glad and feel quite blessed
I am no challenge to your skills
my cakes end up a mess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Looks yummy to me, and your meter and rhyme in the poem were great. It just flows so smoothly, just like your frosting!