Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
Shall I compare thee to a yummy cake?
Thou art much richer, solid on the fork
Wait, what was that? I could not e'er forsake
Thy toothsome body like a meal ‘fore work.
The thing I really meant to speak today
Is: you’re a dainty whom I’d love to drizzle
With chocolate syrup, like a light parfait
And lick it up, as quick as any missile.
A cheese-cake has a tasty cookie crust,
While all thy sweet foundation rests in fashion;
So load me up with cream-cheese! For I must
Consume the one who drives me most to passion.
The difference, darling love, is, if I diet,
I shan’t stop eating you–but soft! Scream quiet!
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Comments (2 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
You've got me craving cheesecake now. Splendid parody.
- #1343 Posted 3 years ago
- 5 out of 5
Thank you! :D
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