Cake

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    Cake

    My wife wants to bake a cake
    For goodness sake.

    It don't matter what day of the year
    She is the first to volunteer.

    My wife wants to bake a cake
    Something we can't shake.

    Red, Pink, and Blue
    Some of them you can't chew.

    My wife wants to bake a cake
    Give me a break.

    Till death do us part
    I love your cooking.

    I feed it to the dog
    When your not looking.

    I love my wife's cake
    But that's all I can take.

    It's all fun
    Next time buy one. : )

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    Starchild commented on Cake

    03-22-2009

    This is funny, I hope it's not true that you are feeding your wife food to the dog. LOL

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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