Cake
by Jerry Ratch
There I saw a man
Lowering his head
Close to the plate
And just wolfing down
His cake
And that was all he ate
It was like
Solace
He was enjoying it
So much
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scene from a restaurant
Other stories by Jerry Ratch
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Maybe you can't have your cake and eat it too, but you can sure as hell eat it.
Cake is definitely solace! *
Good poem, Jerry.
Make periodic--end with "solace."
I cake
You cake
He cake*
Oh, I do love this!