• dawn123 36w

    I am a "Cake"

    They put me in oven to bake,
    I am desprived, miserable cake.
    Feeling the heat I started to bubble,
    Watching others I knew I was in trouble.
    They opened the door and I started my life,
    Topping me with a bright knife.
    The cook decorated me with candy jewels,
    In no time I was as charming as heaven angels.
    She lifted me up and something occurr,
    I wanted to slap her.
    Opening her mouth with shiny teeth,
    That was the day "me" the cake died.