Poetry is the cake of life
The words are the nourishment
Rich and delicious
As we gently devour
Them, Keeping us fed
Hour by hour,
It’s all in our head
The taste is so good,
A satiety it’s said
Like a nice chocolate pud
Or a sponge cake velvety red
A delicious torte
Or Black Forest gateau
And a glass of port
Words and cake I can devour
Hour by hour!