Don’t smear birthday cake; a small slice will do.
It’s a treat to show honor.
Don’t waste away, honey!
a runaway cloud
streaks through an open sky
spoiling the otherwise perfect blue
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2025
Collapsed gingerbread house
arsonist gave it an ounce;
Four walls no emotion,
life without instruction;
Guerrilla ends a frosting douse.
what happened there sonny
long night of cut
sprinkled donut
In the bitter cold I can see my breath,
As the snowflakes cool my hot cheeks,
Gently settling in my clothes and hair.
I am headed to the car with a cake.
There'll be a festive party tonight!
My boots glide into the powdery fluff;
And I wonder if it'll ever stop snowing!
The evening sun is setting so very red;
And I can hear the whistle of a bird.
The night will be filled with laughter;
And the evening has scarcely begun.
A white rabbit bounds past the trees;
In a flurry of movement and snow spray.
Drifts now seem to cover all the world.
Though I admired the scene only a moment,
My chocolate cake has been frosted, too!
It was supposed to be
Frosting.
I added
And I mixed.
I heated
And boiled.
I was
Even precise.
But in the end,
It was only
Crunchy Chocolate
Frosting Candy.
Chocolate frosting
tastes very good on a cake
think I'll eat some now
Copyright McCuen 2009
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