The Cake

It's been a very busy week
No time to rest or bake
I felt tired and grumpy
Then Sue made me a cake
 
It started badly Monday
My train was bloody late
I don’t think they believed me
But Sue’s made me a cake
 
I had a gig on Wednesday night
My fingers really ache
3 hours of Irish fiddle tunes
But Sue’s made me a cake
 
I upset a head teacher
I made her quite irate
Now I’m scared to go back in
But Sue’s made me a cake
 
I looked in my scratched mirror
And screamed, “You’re such a fake”
For pretending I am brave
But Sue’s made me a cake
 
Someone touched me on the tube
It made me so irate
Slimy pervy fucking dick
But Sue’s made me a cake
 
I phoned about my therapy -
There’s still a 10 month wait
So I necked a bottle of dry red wine
But Sue’s made me a cake
 
When Friday came I thought
I’d had all I could take
So I hid under my duvet
then Sue made me the cake
 
Well now my mood’s improving
at a surprising rate
I plan to have a nice weekend
I'm going to eat the cake

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