woman in a cake

you strangely turn
a hundred and
your friends, mostly
new ones, because
the old ones are
dead, throw you
a party. there is
a defibrillator
nearby next to a
gurney and a
muscular
registered nurse
named renaldo.
a blonde haired
buxom woman leaps out
of the enormous cake,
which makes you smile
and clap your soft
old hands together.
you've always wanted
a woman to jump
out of a cake
on your birthday, but
you sort of wish
that she was a
brunette, not a blonde
and that she had
nicer legs.
maybe the cake could
have been chocolate too.
it's been a long
life. you still
aren't exactly happy,
but like always,
you play along.