Regretting Cake
One bite makes you large.
One bite makes you small.
Two bites make you charge.
Two bites make you ball.
Three bites of this regretting cake; of illusion.
Four bites stomach and head aches of dissolution.
Five times once bitten
Six pieces missing
Seven deadly sins committed in the kitchen.
Eight teen flames blown away seemingly fitting.
What the heck? Take bite nine from out of him.
And while your down there; just be thankful that on scale, she's a ten.
8/13/16
Contest name: Regretting Cake
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Copyright © Ironic Zink | Year Posted 2016
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