CAKE OF IRONA Poem by anthony blakeIRONY LAYERIt was a cake baking Contest But I must confess It was more a test than contest A cake that was supposed to be baked from scratch Well the baker truly met her match The iron cake was more a short cut to cheat But all you see is deceit Of course I must add defeat A Seven Layer Cake made out of iron But how irony is that? A real Baker would how to bake It has become simply put with no intake This was no ordinary cake But one would have to lift Catch my drift Well a cake was solid would never be eaten nor entered into someone’s pallet.
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