You Take the Cake!

YOU TAKE THE CAKE!

Mother! Why do you bother

To make me birthday cakes?

I know how well you plan them,

How long the cooking takes!

A simple bowl of icing

Would have pleased me just as much.

I could splosh it, squeeze it,splatter it,

Thrill to it's plodgy touch!

I could smear it on my fingers

And rub it on my toes,

I could paint my high chair with it

And stick it up my nose!

I could throw it at my Daddy,

I could drop it on the floor,

I could rub it in the kitten's fur

And,  oh, a great deal more!

You've spent hours in the kitchen

'Cos you think that I'm the best,

But just give me the icing.

You can eat the rest!