The Unbaked Cake

The Unbaked Cake

She sits over there
Watching as I write
Wonder what will take shape
The shape before me is all consuming
I can't do this I say
Shh, is my answer, I'm greedy, I'm greedy
Is all I hear, yes Ma'am is all I say
It takes all I can do not to look
Just to write is a chore
She smirks and waits
Like a demented angel
Ready to crucify the baker
If the cake is not right
The ingredients are all mixed up
What can I do? She watches me
My nerves are on fire
Call the fire brigade
It's an emergency
My body can't take the temperature
As I let the cake rise
I sink a bottle of Jameson
Soothes my soul
Calms my nerves
But sets the body on fire once again
To hell with the cake
I'd rather face the pain of her whip
Much better than any cake I bake