How I was born I don’t know,
May or maynot be difficult though,
I remember being a soft dough,
Transferred to tray as I grow,
Just going with the flow.
They put me in the oven to bake,
Feeling bubbles of heat I wake,
Suddenly my body started to ache,
Realised I’m a deprived horrible cake,
Still won’t stop for my sake.
Opening the door, they scared me for my life,
At this point I don’t wanna die without a wife,
They kept poking me with that sharp knife,
I surely wanted to cause a strife,
But I promised to live a peaceable life.
Saw a cupcake twice the spicing,
I’m the cake but he has more icing!
I know I look cute and enticing,
Sugar-free and without icing,
But that doesn’t mean you try slicing.
Picking up he started licking my light cream,
I gave out a disgusted screme,
Seeing his teeth I wanted to slap his esteem,
Death was near proved his sparkling gleam,
Dying this way was never my dream!
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