Cake Walk
Honking geese are prodding me,
I have to get out more.
One slice of cake in the fridge
I leave the house
but the image of that cake follows me.
Back home
and someone has pillaged the cake!
I turn, surprised to see a trail
of creamy goo and crumbs
leading to the same door
I left from.
It all seems perfectly clear now;
my stomach has Alzheimer's.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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