Spill The Ink: The Lament of A Jaunty Cupcake
They placed me in the oven to bake,
Me, a destitute and dejected cake;
Feeling the heat, I started to bubble,
Watching the others, I knew I was in trouble;
They opened the door and initiated my life,
Frosting me with a silver knife;
Adorning me with russet candy jewels,
The rest of my clan looked like fools;
Lifting me up, she took off my radiant wrapper,
Feeling the breeze, I wished to slap her;
Opening her mouth with gleamy teeth inside,
This was the day this jaunty cupcake died
Writer: Iqra Ali Mirza
