Sat on the table,
with a note by its side
“Do Not Touch” – Says the label
that’s by the cake on the table
prepared by nephews, nanna and me
for little sisters birthday tea
But it looks so nice there – sat on its own
hungry Horace is a sneaking – but his cover is blown
he wonders into a very sweet dream
pondering chocolate and fondant and cream
Temptation makes him into the kitchen stray,
but Grandad’s in sitting room – and watches him sway
“No – one will know” , says Horace to himself,
till Grandad enters kitchen – putting cake on the shelf!!!
The Inkwell 
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