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.