• a clump of batter mixed with sugar and glute
    so manys dessert yet the only i alute
    every same year
    my stomace turns to fear
    as my family prepares a cake made of fruit

    why we have this tradition i best not ask
    or big slice of it will be my next task
    like jello into the oven and rock hard coming out
    my father turns away and my sister shouts

    Weighing more then the turky itself and cooked just as long
    it was burnt it was crisp and it just quite wrong
    no toppings could cover that unquie taste
    a outside so hard and a inside like fish paste

    "ohh no i cant have another bite" my sister said with a sly
    but them Boom another piece on her plate made her cry
    i myself ate it and just tried to keep it all down
    but the thought of the texture, made my tummy turn up-side-down

    my mother dear sweet mommy always said to us all
    "SHUT up and eat fruit cake it will make you tall"
    as my father laughed knowing that was a lie
    though he took a piece of the cake with slight sigh

    we ate not cause we enjoyed it quite above
    we ate for her cause she bakes it with love
    so if your ever around and want some fruit cake
    PLEASE TAKE ALL MINE, FOR HEAVEANS SAKE!


    written by Sibuki sandou