Half-Baked Ideas

A poem about the plight of a cake deliverer... Writer's Cramp Entry for 9/3.

Note: This poem sounds best when sung to the tune of "On Top of Ol' Smokey". Just some advice... :)

On top of a mountain,
All stacked up in layers,
Of sugary goodness,
The answer to prayers,
I topped it with candles,
(A dozen or so)
And into a huge box
This beauty will go!
Or at least I hope so,
Since I’ve gotta run;
Birthday’s at seven…
It’s 7:01!
Slip-slide goes the cake in
It just barely fits;
It’ll have to make do, ‘cuz
It’s falling to bits—
Oh, what could it be now?
My car has a hitch;
For at this very moment
It rolled in a ditch!
How funny I’ll find it,
When I reflect back ,
That somebody’s birthday
A cake, it did lack!
And all because someone
Was speeding along,
Delivering a cake while
I’m singing a song!

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