244. Cake

There’s something inarguably irresistible about a slice of cake. Offering little to no real nutritional value, cake exists solely to satisfy a deep-seated internal and rebellious desire for a frivolous and filthily fabulous food fix. I wrote this haiku about what cake means to me. 

Have a slice they say, 

Tastebuds tingle, sweet, soft…swayed. 

Then I sigh, feel fat. 

(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

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