Rum Cake

Although my friend's campaign mentioned earlier is still running, I wanted to post this timely thank you to another friend, Jenna. I've been itching to have a reason to write a poem and this did it.

Thanks for the Cake

Students are special
And so is their taste.
Some bring us apples
And others: toothpaste.

Some bring us rum cake,
Not one year, but two.
You have to accept it,
But then what to do?

Some may just pitch it
‘Cause no one would see,
But you passed it on
To someone like me.

So I called my girls.
Around it, we sat.
Then my wife scolded,
“Don’t let them eat that!”

“We won’t eat it all.”
“We’ll save some for you.”
But Google said, “No.”
And I thought, “Who knew?”

Rum, even rum cake,
Is not good for them.
Surely Nance will help.
She’s really a gem.

But she wouldn’t waste
Calories on that.
So late Friday night…
A man and his cat.

We finished it all.
I, the lion’s share.
I offered Fern more,
But she didn’t care.

Wanted to thank you
And didn’t know how,
But after the rum,
I think I know now.

Not good at cooking.
Not much I can make.
Better at poems,
So thanks for the cake.