I can see you through the tainted window,
so moist and so rich, with dazzling colors
I can see the baker making your dough
then I glimpsed at your price; 20 dollars

Such a cheap price for a glorious cake
with frosting more beautiful than Trumps hair
I can tell that this cake cannot be fake
This cake is more valuable than air

But when I take a closer look at it
I instantly realize it`s cheese cake
After the realization, I quit
for I hate cheese cake, so I’ll just eat steak

This is the reason I was so afraid
I just knew my cake was to be delayed

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