Even the pork pie got tears in his eyes,
When he heard about the battle of the cake.


Eye drops into the chair, "Tell me my friend.
Were you really there? At the start or the end".
Mon ami, "let me tell you how the food fight begun.
" It came out of the blue, Under the sun baked sky.
Kicked off one cold and snowy night,
After they set the Christmas pudding alight.
When one chocolate cake turned dark,
Which in turn, Turned the other white.
Battenberg stepped up to the plate,
Current bun thought it gave him a fright.
Even the cupcakes with butterfly wings
Took flight.
When the lemon cake got drizzled on,
Carrot got caked upon, It wanted more.
When it heard the eggs were beaten,
Into submission the day before.
It wasn't very nice,
To watch the doughnuts get iced.
Even the Madeira cake got sliced,
When the baked Alaska
Came out half baked.
This my dear friends was the end,
Of the battle of the cake".

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-01-06 at 00:24

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
An amusing and pleasing poem, Alan, the concept of which reminded me very much of the ancient Celtic poem 'Battle of the Trees'. (In the immortal words of Sir Michael Caine, "Not many people know that".) :)

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
The addal line works very well, Alan
Ken D