Funny little blisters,
runny red noses
like weepy blush
from a bride in blue.
"the fork goes on your
left." a sigh escapes
from a long face -
Some are not made
for such order, nor
abdicated borders
dancing on dotted lines.
The upside down cake
was an honest mistake.
But you left the oven
on! Not so easily is
such negligence forgiven!
But how I will
love you when
you melt me
to the floor. How
you will scoop me up
and continue baking
most imperfect cakes.
