because she had
eaten most of
the cupcake covered
in thick rich icing
i thought that maybe
i could have the last
small dollop of
sweet creamy topping,
so i scooped it up
and put it into my
mouth and she screamed,
no way. you ate the
last drop. i swallowed
and wiped the remains
off of my mouth,
then bought her a
dozen and left them
at her house.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
3 comments:
I think this poem is not exactly truthful. We all know how much you love icing, Mr. Chute. Really, weren't you the one eating all of the icing on the cupcake?
i think that it was a fair and equal distribution of icing despite your protest to the contrary. perhaps if someone had a quicker fork, she'd come out ahead in that department.
being from a large family, you had to get your
slice of cake quickly or else lose out. however, now that i am older and wiser, and somewhat less selfish. the icing is all yours.
So you say, until the next cupcake...we'll see how much older, wiser, and less selfish you really are.
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