I was going to a restaurant
For the soft and fluffy butter cake,
Too many people pushed me up
Waiting for that lucky break!
I just want to eat all the cake goodies
What to do? I'm such a foodieees!
I heard the last piece, calling my name
But alas, it was just one of its silly game!
The Cake - Icy, sweety and flowery cream
I can't resist and just ate it, Splat and Poof💥
But all fell down just like a marvelous dream!
So now, I went under the cake shop roof.
I thought of a shake it off fitness gym,
As these cakes would not make me slim.
But I stuck up at the hinge
For I became an lazy eating binge!
OMC! Help me for goodness sake
I can't resist-seeing those colorful & spongies.
So, I didn't worried up for anything
And had wolfed it to my tummy - Everything! ! !
*Note*: Here the word 'hinge' is used to express that the poet has been stuck between diet, exercise and cake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem