The Baker’s Nightmare

The jam sponge sat upon the range and wagged its merry tail,
I wants a fairy cake, me boys, and twenty pints of ale,
A doughnut said, no chance, fair dunce, go forth and sin no more,
And yum-yums danced upon the ice and chortled at his door.

The cake, the cake, the jam tarts sang, it is a doleful day,
The pancakes play their small guitars and the curds they have their whey,
A fairy cake, a fairy cake, he calls out to the night,
And Viennese whirls swirled through the dark and struck him down with might.

He saw the end of baking time, he saw an angel cake,
An ice cream flan, a Battenberg, a Mary Baker make,
Run for the hills, the eggs are down, the flour is pure and white,
And Klansmen dressed as Tarte de France pursued him through the night.

Animated Fairy Cakes

A poem populated by animated cakes and subtle innuendo.

Category

Nonsense Verse

Author

Max Scratchmann

Copyright © Max Scratchmann. All Rights Reserved

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