Dedicated to amygdala77 and princesssherin
A big festive room, balloons
Fluttering streamers and
Chattering friends
And a birthday girl
Delirious with gratulation.
Here's the Brown box
Let her peek in
And watch her
Priceless expression.
Inside sits a rich
Black Forest Cake
Baked and iced
With oceans of love.
Dollops upon dollops
Of divine whipped cream
Snow white, velvety and luscious.
I could describe it for days.
Sitting atop it, the
Plump proud cherries
Red as a ruby
Sitting pretty like
Blushing resplendent brides.
Shy cherries too,
Fast asleep under a
Blanket of sponge cake.
And don't forget
The intricate lace work
Of chocolate shavings
On the sides or
The rippling birthday candles.
Here's the knife
Cut a slice
The cake's so soft and light
It doesn't feel like
Cutting at all
More like caressing it.
A little squabble
Over who gets the piece
With the cherries
A little squabble
Over who gets the
Slice at the edge.
Take a bite
Take a minute to
Savour it.
The softness, the creaminess
The lightness
The playful fruitiness
And the cherries
Playing hide and seek
With our tongues.
And then we laugh
At our whipped cream moustaches.
Well, it's the truth
Nothing glues friends together
Quite like the whipped cream
Of a Black Forest Cake.
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