Cake

Cake has always been a tricky
concept for me. Whether tasty sticky
toffee pudding, delicious delicate angel food,
gummy leaden cheesecake, or frosting glued
'twixt layers of mealy yellow dreck
that parades around without a single speck
of flavor, we call it the same -- cake.
But I would think that for the sake
of fairness we must try to differ-
entiate which types we prefer
and elevate them with some nom de guerre
to herald them as they charge with flair
across our taste buds. It'd be a shame
to make a great dessert share a name
with Little Debbie snack things, packed in
plastic, anemic, and lacking
any art. So I propose
that as a tulip, is not a daisy, is not an orchid, is not a carnation, is not a rose
we not reduce the family cake
to some sad, contrived, fake
state of same,
and instead let each member proclaim
itself freely.