Heavenly Cake

We wanted to make a heavenly cake But needed angelic ingredients That were as far out of reach as can be So we thought of other expedients Like the famed store of unusual foods Though it wasn’t around the corner But then a melancholy light hit me That we should seek a recent mourner Who is akin to a newly deceased Thus privy to a loved one in heaven So I gently approached my grandfather Hoping to make a mindful impression I asked if he thought he could contact The soul of my loving grandmother To impart a glimpse of what they cook there But he said that I should ask another Making a heavenly cake like we planned Was more trying than it first appeared We needed to find some other way Some way that may be more or less weird I bravely entered a graveyard one night With a shuddery moon full and blue Hoping a spirit would come to my aid With some heavenly food to pick through But the creaking only got creepier As each hour of that night crept by And though frightened I got sleepier With no ingredients to descry Next day I dove deep in the library About divine dishes present and passed But couldn’t find one book apropos So I went to the front desk and asked The curator ventured to the attic Where she recalled a very rare book Aptly titled Eatin’ in Eden With recipes for a heavenly cook And on page one hundred fifty two A recipe for heavenly cake That purported the impossible A trip to heaven to undertake Yet most ways seemed too obnoxious Even simply holding one’s breath Which no matter how long it’s tried for Is never enough for courting death And if one died and went to heaven How could they ever make the return Back to earth to bake a divine cake There was still much to this cake to learn We flipped through every page of that book To decipher somehow or some way When we wondrously divined that the why Was not where, but was plain as the day The cake base is like a rich chocolate Vastly deep as a moonless night sky And while fudgy is light and airy Certainly heavenly certified Plus shrouded with fluffy cloud frosting Of downy whiteness from pleasant dreams That is also sweet as the sunshine And piped with fresh rainbow hued creams The cosmos cooks up celestial things From the blue sky to heavenly cake So after all that worry and work It was in essence a breeze to make