Topsy Flopsy Circus Cake
I want a topsy flopsy circus cake, the four-year-old said.
I had no idea how to create this, so I brought grandma in for a consult.
I’ll do it, she said. It’s a challenge. I’ll add all sorts of red.
His favorite color, she stated, it will be beautiful beyond a fault.
The cake was lovely, best of all, made by one of his favorite people.
It was whimsical, crazy, wild, colorful, and all sorts of kinds of fun.
I love the way this circus tent falls over, and it has lost it’s steeple!
You get to make all of the birthday cakes until he turns twenty-one.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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