Cake

Forget your Greek grammar, And your algebra, top set, Brush aside history, economics even if your grades are a sure bet, And I'll tell you why, For knowledge money cannot buy, And that's cake, yes cake. Whether it's cheese, chocolate or creamy and layered, You tell me what's the sure fire preference? Another jammy finger licking wedge, or an obscure civil war reference? Sorry! Calm down, you just don't seem to be on the same recipe page, Yes ok, Marx, Aristotle and even Einstein, wise, sage touching the sky, Yeah right, when did any of them knock up a half decent mince pie? Ok,ok but you say it's not the point but it is a fact, And yes I personally take it to heart, I'm not going to trust anybody who can't cook a blinding treacle tart. Lets face it, it's all about priorities, and degrees centigrade or fahrenheit, No, seriously when you're down with nobody to offer advice, Can't you see there's solace in the next sticky slice. It's cake, that's the answer, not to your questions, I'll grant you, But to your cravings, frustrations and failings, So who cares about syntax and what rhymes with silver? That Socrates was right and who's Pitt the Elder? No, here it's time to cut to the chase, it's now, make or break, We must all rise up and demand more cake!