A Piece Of Cake

By Nishtha Mishra

Ask me a piece I’ll give it to you,

Want cherry? Want cream? Let me cut it through.

Ask me a size I’ll pick and choose,

If you ask me a piece, I’ll give it to you.

Ask me some more I’ll provide,

Consume all good about me, I’ll suffice.

Left nothing more of me, thrown away,

Just a piece of cardboard, laying down grey.

Cut off a piece, I’ll let you choose,

Too big, too small, you cut me through,

But what if you stopped liking me too?

Just a piece of cake, I’m left confused.

By Nishtha Mishra