The Royal Wedding Cake
When William spied his lovely bride,
he did a double take,
but his mind was caught in delicious thoughts
of the six foot wedding cake.
Kate looked good like a duchess should
but he felt his stomach rumble,
with dreams of mounds of buttercream,
under English toffee crumble.
William is wise and it was no surprise
he vowed not to forsake
but he rushed his lines so he wouldn’t miss
his tea and biscuit break.
Kate so fit, would have none of it
nor allow him to partake,
she couldn’t bare seeing her royal heir
up to his ass in cake.
Kate looked alright on their wedding night
she was glad to be his wife,
William couldn't ignore what he’d waited for
He grabbed himself a knife.
It didn’t cut through then William knew
he’d made a big mistake,
he might have known
it was Styrofoam
the royal cake was fake!
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