Today I'm doing a writing assignment from Mama Kat. I chose to write a poem about the 7th picture I took last January, because I'm an amazing poet. It just so happens that I made this gorgeous cake for my first Wilton cake decorating class. I shudder when I see the
hideous beauty that is this cake. Between the cake and my poem, I'm sure to sweep the blog world by storm. Without further ado, here's the masterpiece:
Thugs Like Cakes
This is my cake.
It's so good it looks fake.
It makes boys in the hood shake,
Because it's as beautiful as a lake.
They'd protect the bird with their lives,
to ensure it didn't break.
They'd want to take it to their mother,
Or share it with their brother.
They'd sit and admire it's glory.
It'd go down in family stories.
It would make gangs dissipate,
and get rid of the hate.
Word to your mother.