Wedding Cake
I relished my wedding cake.
Something I could never make.
I'm a useless cook but lucky for me
My mother in law is an expert you see.
Another son had opened a bakery shop.
She taught him all the knowledge he'd got.
From knee high he had learned at her side.
How to make any pastry rise high.
That cake was moist as moss after rain.
Fruit with raisins soaked in Guinness again.
After mixing with nuts and flour.
Then arranged into a tower.
The icing was a dream come true.
Iced baskets at each corner too.
Filled with flowers that looked divine.
I was so thrilled that cake was mine.
Such a happy day we had.
Thinking of it now makes me sad.
"Minutes in the mouth, years on the hips."
Pity he turned out to be such a d***.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2017
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