Maria the Cake Wrangler

Not sure where that came from…

Ive a story to tell, settle down listen well

Tis a tale of a woman of needs

And the cravings inside, which have made her quite wide

And the treats upon which she so feeds


Now Maria’s her name, and cake wrangling’s her game

Shes a pro, every day on her lips

Whether Gateau’s or pies, small or massive in size

Cream and chocolate into her mouth drip


She’s mad for banoffee, and small cupcakes with coffee

She’ll do things rather dirty for choux

Muffin gobbler is she, has cream horns with her tea

Panettone?  Just a portion or two


Of red velvet she’ll dream and she quaffs it with cream

And then onto some sweet baklava

She hides brownies in bed, and loves sweet pumpkin bread

Stashes souffle down inside her bra


Doughnuts, pancakes and tarts, cookies shaped just like hearts

And on shortbread she eats quite her fill

Gives hand jobs for yum yums, taste so sweet on her tongue

For a fruit cake she’d happily kill


For no matter the treat, just as long as it’s sweet

Our Maria she needs to eat more

Sponge cake, jam filled with cream they’re an absolute dream

The cake wrangler can’t help but adore

Author: Michael

Husband, dad,programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

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