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 […]
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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.”
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