last night i tried to make a cake
but everything went wrong
the baking soda would not take
and the salt was way too strong

i did my best to eat a piece
though it really made me gag
my stomach screamed cease
so i found a wretched hag

she only took one bite
and all she got was leaven
there was a flash of light
and she followed it to heaven

the army got wind of this event
and they made me an offer
if i baked til the enemy was spent
i would surely be an officer

i learned that perfection
is not always best
especially when you make a confection
that won't pass the test

Rejoice, for we are alive
be happy that we can live and breath
no one can tell us what to do
we belong to ourselves
no one else
no one else

Sunday Funday
But the next day's Monday
You might feel like **** all day
If you have too much fun on
Sunday Funday