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 from
heaven
to bring me cake.
***
But the angel
just laughed,
shook her head,
and said,
“Like you need cake.”
***
I said,
“Aww, come on,
please, angel,
I’ll put on some coffee.
It’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 you, brother,”
I said to myself.
“I hear you.”
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