(how the hell do you spell gateau?)
((picture the moment, youre in france and the only thing to eat is fruit cake- TERRID!))
my lamentations go, like so
this crumbly loaf is all i have.
stuffed full of fruit, quick to go down the "shute"
by this i mean the garbage can(duh its FRENCH)
and why why why, didnt i bake a pie
to eat on my trip to france
oh sh*t sh*t sh*t, i must admit
the thought of fruitcake makes me puke.
next time when you go, on a plane very slow
do not pack fruit cake, its GROSS
it comes in a kit, you then have to EAT IT
self assembled from glue and brains.
now you know in frabce, you think the dance
on mountains piled with food-
up to the SKY! its all A LIE!
cos all i find to eat is this fruitcake.
how long can it take, to swallow some cake
if its sticking in your throat.
i just want to say, remeber this today.
NEVER TAKE FRUITCAKE TO FRANCE!
A contest entry
- FRUITCAKE by Melodies.
600 points, ended December 8, 2007, 15 entries
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i think i might be hyper....?
Comments
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BUT... I adore fruitcake! I really do!
I think you are just kidding about all that stuff because think about all those candied fruits and how delicious they are, plus the nuts and the cake batter that has brown sugar in it? YUM!
Love your funny poem.



