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The Cupcake King
It's in his eyes
of pink and blue,
swirling, swirling
changing hue.
Laughing, dancing,
oh what fun!
But it won't last long,
for now he's done.
The game is over,
Nothing more to play.
It's time little one,
you're here to stay.
The Cupcake King
in his castle of terror
has chosen the one
that he finds fairer.
She will join
the hundreds before.
Move on, she's gone,
he's closed the door.
The Cupcake Girl
is gone for good,
and why you ask?
Because she stood.
of pink and blue,
swirling, swirling
changing hue.
Laughing, dancing,
oh what fun!
But it won't last long,
for now he's done.
The game is over,
Nothing more to play.
It's time little one,
you're here to stay.
The Cupcake King
in his castle of terror
has chosen the one
that he finds fairer.
She will join
the hundreds before.
Move on, she's gone,
he's closed the door.
The Cupcake Girl
is gone for good,
and why you ask?
Because she stood.
Published 9th Apr 2014
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