In this year’s so-called ‘beginning’ thing
Davey enthralled at the prospect of spring.
He conjured an alimentary journey to take
salivating ‘oer plans for a big friggin’ cake.
So he cleaned up a spot
in his disheveled hovel:
“screw it,” he thought,
as he brandished a shovel,
dredged up sugar, B maple syrup and honey;
“Yeehaw!” He hollered
and spent some more money.
With six pounds of black cherries
and some REAL sweet strawberries
in sheer decadence fit
for a band of tooth fairies,
this 8-layer cake
over which Davey drools
is of course a fake
‘cause it’s APRIL FOOLS!