That's the Chocolate cake I want
The one I want to eat
I don't want to be the cook
Take eggs and flour and beat
I am not the warehouseman
I wont store so it don't melt
And I am not the shopkeeper
To look after it until it sells
No; That's the Chocolate Cake I want
The one I want to prize
To move around With Chocolate Cake
To see things through 'our' eyes
Author notes
A simple poem with a naff ending, I'll have to work on my closure. Just some words about a woman I met, I fell deeply for her and she said it wasn't what she wanted, She said what she could live with, she was right of course.
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