I, make cakes.

Elaborated cakes, brief cakes

Heartbreaking cakes, and of course joyful ones.

People admires at my cakes’ beauty

But no one dares to taste it,

And I wonder why.

I never tried my own cake, 

I think I make them out of mud

I cover them up with cream and fruit

I feel proud,

Because no one eats my cake.

One day,

I come home a hungry man

A beautiful cake for dessert,

Cautiously designed and decorated myself

Allured with such exquisiteness.

Saddened, there was a small note:

“Caution, do NOT touch”

In the chair sits a lonely man, motionless,

On the table sits a single cake, tasteless.