The Missing Piece

Poetry

Mystery

The chefs stood agog

as they stared dumbfounded

as the completed christmas cake

seemed not as complete

No windows broken

No locks out of place

No Sign of a thief

Not even a trace

A perfect slice

chunked out of the base

and no sign of the man (or mouse)

who had walked away with it

So, whilst the chefs cookup flour,

fruit, eggs, sugar and yeast

a furry tailed family

are having a feast

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