#fruitcake
A thousand things, frankly. After that, while tempted with the thought of picking out Mr. Mouse by his long tail, I left him to scramble while choosing what I needed, and he proved he could jump straight up and out, saving me the trouble.
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Rain pours like t'would be sweet to bide fr'intents
Safe tucked awa' indoors. I maunt avail
Me, sadly, yet what after that detail?
How Grampa's fruitcake's fin'lly baking hence,
My cousin liking that suggestion, whence
I had to make this treat, as if twas bail
For her, the fun we've planned, if Thou will't, frail
As lo, the wreck of mine, tomorrow's sense.
A mouse. An actual grey, live, fluffy fer
The chill, erm: mouse. He's in my food like to
Partake is thus allowed, out on in tour
My deck, until I come, that is. In poor
'Scuse, now he's had some mango, left tae rue
His feast now I want foodstuffs. Jump as t'were
Three feet straight up and I'm left with the view.
29Dec24a
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 12:56 AM UTC
I never liked
Fruitcake
Just like the way
I never liked
The way you treated
Me like trash.
So I showed you
The way out
And I survived
Ironic though
people still
eat fruitcake.
-L. Frost
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 5:36 AM UTC
Something I have not quite understood
As to why it is part of Christmas.
Tis the season,
For fruitcake.
A little bundle of squishy undercooked bread
Stuffed with candied fruits and nuts.
The loaf of
No thank you...please.
Though seemingly undesired,
The dessert reigns on.
Wrapped in clear plastic
So that you may marvel at its artificial glory.
Tied off with a bow.
Ready to be received by those you love most.
Tis the season,
For fruitcake.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 10:34 AM UTC