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Cakery, not a bakery.

“Do you bake cakes?”

“Not all of them are baked”, you reply. “These cardboard ones are raw.”

“Fake cakes?!” I queried, using the interrobang with relish.

“Jake, our fake cake baker, makes them.”

“For goodness sake! Jake is your fake cake baker – that takes the biscuit.”

“He bakes those, too. Would you care to partake?”

The Cakery Bakery

The Cakery Bakery

was considered a fakery,

by those in the know,

who knew.

But, it was nowt but a sham,

water for a dram,

and it’s frontage was slightly askew –

having been hung by a man named Hugh,

whose ladder was missing a rung.

It lasted a year

and one single day;

but, it was excessively clear

that the end it was near,

the time was nigh,

to leave.

And, by and by,

it did –

as there were none there left

to grieve.