11 August 2012
Eating my cake in record time
Licking my fingers, tasting lime
But when clock struck number 5,
A cupcake on my plate, quite alive
A little blurry, I admit
But faintly glowing, he did sit
"Wow!" I said. "A cupcake ghost!"
Again I can eat what I love the most
But ghosts are ghosts, I realize now
He disappeared, calling "Ciao!"
Never again will I trust a cake,
And ever since, I HATE to bake!
Cupcake Ghost • Opuss № I