"cuppycake" poems
"It's my birthday!" you said.
Oh--you sure want a
Cuppycake.
Then i'll give it to you--
plainly white frost
with rainbow hued sprinkles.
"Can I eat it now?" you asked.
Oh--of course honey.
Giddy, giddy
you ate the whole
and choke.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 11:42 AM UTC