The Baker’s Mistake

For the Brutons of NW Arkansas

Summer 2004

 

 

 

The Baker’s Mistake

 

 

This is the story of my friend Jan

( she’s married to Lewis- a noble man )

She’s lively and clever and up-to-the-minute

but ever-so-liable to put-her foot-in-it

 

With this in mind

( and being kind )

she searches for a special cake,

A representative confection,

gives the baker her direction

never dreaming he’d make this mistake…

 

A foot in a mouth- a mouth and a leg

cake from her baker Jan did beg.

Poor man obviously weren’t arty,

‘cause when she got to the party

Wows of amazement, gasps of shock:

those lips were wrapped around a –

Cocked it up! How fate is callous!

( dare I ask who ate the phallus…?)

 

There’s a moral to this tale

( cake-lovers everywhere turn pale )

When making sugar-paste demands

ensure your baker understands.

Also check his art degree

and knowledge of anatomy!

 

 

And here's the cake !

 

Copyright © Tracy Pace 2004