Cream cakes

Cream cakes

I think that it’s time,

To have an affair,

For that I shall choose

This chocolate eclair,

A white sticky cream,

In front of my eyes,

This long day I’ve had,

Sure likes this surprise,

It’s best when it’s sweet,

And is oh so gooey,

It melts in the mouth,

It’s not at all chewy,

This cute little snack,

It hits the right spot,

Though must brush my teeth,

Don’t want them to rot,

I have a sweet tooth,

That is clear to see,

Gives thanks to this cake,

My stomach’s in glee.

Explanation

This is another case of someone challenging me to write a poem. Blame the internet. If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.