The Stolen Birthday Cake

May 17 a rogue queen was born

A Friday night 2019 mayhem, Jerusalem thorn

Fresh cream, strawberries, vanilla delight

Hold on, blood sucking Malaria Parasite

Its my birthday and the cake is here

Bite in the the savory sweetness, its my year

Lurking in the darkness a scrounging crook

A moment later standing still shook

An empty cake stand

A fervent mockery of the salivary gland

Where is my BIRTHDAY CAKE?

Who stole my BIRTHDAY CAKE?

Where is my BIRTHDAY CAKE?

Who stole my BIRTHDAY CAKE?

Even my birthday is rogue

Bollocks, can I sail away in a pi-rogue?

This can’t be happening I never had a taste

Damn these thieves, what a waste

Gone is my cake, that prairie rattle snake

Stole the queen’s cake I need his head on a stake

Who steals a  birthday cake, for fucks sake

 

 

 

 

 

 

4 thoughts on “The Stolen Birthday Cake

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  1. I have to say this, they say writer need as much feedback as possible:

    I like your word-choice both in singular form or in pairing.
    Jerusalem thorn
    Savoury sweetness (I prefer British to American spellings)
    Bollocks

    and this line took me to aice in wonderland:
    Stole the queen’s cake I need his head on a stake

    I so enjoy reading your work. Don’t stop. Ever

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