BLACK FOREST CAKE

In the settings of time,
A black forest cake,
In the middle of a wheat plantation,
A black widow
Who is middle aged,
In the middle of nowhere,
A beautiful blonde girl
Tall as a giraffe
She's here her destiny forestall it
Mystery revolves around the widow
She has no compassion
With a wheatish complexion,
She's incredibly invisible.
Stirring and whisking
Chef at mischief mixing
Baking is quite thrilling to her
Measuring and pouring evil like ingredients
Dread,horror and intimidation,
All in the mixing bowl
A little tease is all she needs,
Just like cocoa powder all in the mixture
Her heart is a saucepan
While the blonde girl's life her cake batter.
With bloodshot eyes staring
Ready her destiny to bake,
In the oven misery-overheated with
Eyes on the red carpet
The blonde is starring
Dressed in passion as a gown
She's now well groomed and grown
But not so fast
With an agile wit
Dread she spread to the air
Like cake crumbs with fragile arms,
The blonde quivers and shivers
She's now more than ever,
Frightened off.
Never saw the runway
Instead she ran away
A bit undeserving too
She never bit a chunk of the cake.
©phyllrype