The Birthday Cake

Baked with love and pleasure for
The very one who has adorned
Cream and trim with candlelight
Burning on its peak so bright.

Layer upon layer upon layer of love
Towering to a place above
In celebration I did bake
My own delicious birthday cake!

No longer do I have to stop
And no more calories do I watch
For my figure that had once been trim
Is merely but a memory dim.

At my age I can now replace
All those calories gone to waste
And I can gorge myself with glee
For now there’s no one else to see.

This birthday cake which holds the light
Of all the candles burning bright
Is all but mine beyond compare
That I will never have to share.

Delicious I know it will be
This cake I have made just for me
It no longer matters where it goes
‘Cause I only now wear baggy clothes!

Happy birthday to me, I say,
It has been such a splendid day,
And as I devour with a sigh
The cake that will end up on my thighs!

© Christina September 21st, 2004