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An Eight-Tiered Cake
An eight-tiered cake, rose frosted, nothing fake
but purely sweet and white down to each flake
of coconut! Oh how long did it take
the artist of this masterpiece to make?
All other foods for this one I’d forsake.
A plate of golden fries with prime rib steak
could not entice me more than wedding cake,
each swirl so delicate my heart might ache
to see it ravished; my hand starts to shake
the fork I hold. I simply must partake.
Just let me at it now, for heaven’s sake!
Feb. 28, 2017 for the Relishing Cake Poetry Contest of Julia Ward
Copyright ©
Andrea Dietrich
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