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