There is a cake that I did bake
for sharing with my friends.
The line is long, their hunger strong -
Right here the queue begins.
Up first a Pig, who danced a jig
and smiled with his plate.
“Good morning my friend, and won’t you lend
a piece of chocolate cake?”
“Of course that’s fine, you darling swine!”
I pile cake up like a mound.
“Enjoy your slice, and don’t think twice
of coming back around”
The Pig stuffs his face - a messy disgrace -
and belches with a grin.
“I’ll have some more and won’t you pour
a glass of tonic and gin?”
“You need to wait, you just ate.
Take a breath, you chubby swine.
My Lover is here, please be a dear,
move your rump to the back of the line”
The Pig makes a grumble and I slightly fumble
some cake on my lover’s dish.
“He’s really the worst, you should have come first.
My Love, you’re my only wish.”
A Runner comes after with rapturous laughter
to receive such a measly slice.
“It is quite the dig that you gave that fat Pig
a serving the size of mine twice!”
The Librarian is next but looks quite perplexed
at the Pig tugging on my sleeve.
“Just one more bite and I promise I might
finally have my fill and leave.”
I spoon him a morsel, that fat hungry poor soul,
he’s always such a contrarian.
Feeling embarrassed that I didn’t cherish
my time with the insightful Librarian.
The line is still long, the hunger still strong
of those who have not had my cake.
A Cherub, Musician, a Priest, a Politician,
all waiting their turn to take.
By the end of the night, to my horrid fright,
there isn’t enough cake to share.
The Priest goes unfed, the Politician nearly dead,
but the Pig doesn’t seem to care.
“Let’s polish it off!” the Pig squeals with a scoff,
he’s back at the front of the line.
“Today’s fill was good, but tomorrow we should
make the whole cake entirely mine.”
