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Confections of mass destruction

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

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