Ode to the Pound Cake

My sister Karen bakes the most scrumptious pound cake I have ever tasted. It's the kind of cake that long after you have eaten it you think of it. Reminisce about it. Dream of it. I have thought about it 3 times today. I ate the last of it this afternoon. I only had 2 slices. I don't understand why she only brought 2 slices to my house when I have 6 members of my family. She baked a whole cake and left it at her house. I have thought about reporting her to her personal trainer and boot camp instructor but that would be mean of me.

I have decided to blog about the pound cake. Pay tribute to it....~

Ode to the Pound Cake

It lies there, my heart aches
Yellow like the sun filtered through my blinds
Coy, shy not like just any cake
It's special~one of a kind
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It has many admirers, it tempts
Tender crust so tan, so sweet
When I think of it I get ferklempt
It's one pound cake that can't be beat
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One bite or two, three or four
One slice or two is not enough
After I've eaten it I want some more
I can learn to make it if I get off my duff
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So the pound cake is gone I have none to ponder
The sun will rise again, it is dawn
I will ask her to bake one for me, will she? I wonder~
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I meant to take a photo of the cake in hopes to remind me of its decadent flavor. I did not. All I have now are memories.