Guardian of the super moist — t r e f o l o g y

Last night, I was visited by the Angel of Food Cake. *** Now, how this angel happened to get into my room, I do not know, as the door was locked, but she tapped a few times on my forehead to wake me up. *** The angel was dressed in a flowing gown of wax […]

Guardian of the super moist — t r e f o l o g y

Last night,

I was visited by the

Angel of

Food Cake.

***

Now,

how this angel happened

to get into my room,

I do not know,

as the door was locked,

but she tapped a few times

on my forehead

to wake me up.

***

The angel was dressed

in a flowing gown of wax

paper & string,

and in her grip

she held a flaming cake-stand,

made of the finest Bakelite.

***

And I asked the angel

if she had come to bring

me cake.

***

But the angel

just laughed,

shook her head,

and said,

“Like you need cake.”

***

I said,

“Oh, come on,

please, angel,

I’ll put on some coffee.

I’ll be great.”

***

And lo,

the angel presented me with a

large cake of orange hue,

which I instantly recognized.

***

“Wait, carrot cake?”

I said.

“I hate carrot cake.”

***

Parenthetically, dear readers,

Carrot cake is the worst.

***

It’s like, …

when you were a kid

and your parents told

you there would be NO dessert

unless you ate all

vegetables on your plate.

So, you did.

Only to discover, later,

that dessert

was more vegetables!

***

But, in reply, the angel,

only smiled, winked an eye,

and exited out my

bedroom window

***

The next morning,

 I left the carrot cake in

the office break-room,

un-touched, and still on

the flaming cake-stand.

***

A few minutes later

I heard someone say,

“Oh, cake!”

And, then,

“Ew.”

***

“I hear ya, brother,” I said to myself.

“I hear you.”