There once was a wedding confection
That failed the bride's final inspection
So we grabbed an airbrush
Painted it in a rush
And told Yanks it was for their election!
I'm finding it rather outrageous
That I have to spend some of my wages
On a cake for my Dad
Of a girl, partly clad
Is it me, or does she look contagious?
I hope you don't find me neurotic
But I'm sure my new heart is necrotic
It rattles and shakes
And I think that it's cake...
Did I mention my surgeon's psychotic?
Clap your hands for poor Tinkerbell
A bee sting has caused her to swell
Grab a fresh EpiPen
And inject her again
For she's really just not looking well.
If you just can't spell "congratulations"
And your piping skills won't win ovations
You should find a career
Where you won't end up here
Or at least take extended vacations.
I once saw a cake in Nantucket
That had frosting applied by the bucket
Though it's called a nice gift
It's too heavy to lift
So I guess that I'll just have to chuck it.
Thanks to Fiona N., Annabelle K., Melissa J., Michael C., Miranda B., Wendy R., Erika H., and Arlene for making me speak in rhyme all day. (Hey guys, are there rocks ahead?)