Saturday, July 12, 2008 Cupcakes

Cupcakes

I sat in a corner,
Counting my hoard,
Grinning happily,
At the cupcakes galore.

Fresh, stale, it mattered not,
Baked, stolen, even bought,
My beautiful icing covered cupcakes,
I'll protect them; whatever it takes!

I shall name my room the Cupcake Place,
And ensure that they all stay safe,
There'll be security, freezers, and ovens too,
You touch my cupcakes, you're dead, mind you.

Cupcakes have feelings,
I know they do,
So you'd better not eat them,
Coz that's just cruel!