A cake is worried.
The cake has fallen in love with the cutest, golden-brownest, most irresistible cinnamon apple pie ever.
When the cake sees the pie,
All her sparkler candles go off at once!
The cake is worried.
"Once, I was trapped inside a dark cardboard box
On a shelf in aisle five of Mitzi's Food Mart on 9 Mile Road!
I was separated from myself by little bags and packets!
And I was
The cake thinks of her beloved pie and glazes over with helpless love.
"Darling pie! I am so sweet for you!" she thinks, dizzy with devotion.
"Will she understand," frets the lovestruck cake,
"That I came from mere powder and goo?
Will she overlook
That I needed eggs added?"
The cake, woozy with desire for the sweet cinnamon apple pie,
Never stops to consider
That her beloved was once in pieces too,
Hanging on trees in the rain
For anyone to pick?
Someone sets the cake and pie side by side on a pretty red and white checked table cloth.
Seeking a snack,
A mischievous yellow lab noses the pie over into the cake,
So that they are mooshed together.
"She kissed me!" exults the happy cake,
Who never worries about anything again.