Not Easy To Eat Nemos Face
After I cut the Nemo cake his look of surprise delighted the guests.
They were seven and six, and they loved his enthusiastic expression.
I cannot do any more cutting, I informed the hostess, my wife.
She shook her head, and turned the cake around.
Cutting it from the back, leaving Nemo’s look of surprise.
“Don’t cut his face!” the kids squealed, and so she did not.
She was in the same boat I was in. We did not eat our pieces until they left.
Even then, it was not easy to eat Nemo’s face.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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