by Nick Gisburne
I’ve made a special cake for someone old
But cleverly concealed a gift inside
No tacky souvenir. No, this is gold
A work of art, a statue of his bride
Be careful, grandpa. Hold the knife. That’s right
And do not be alarmed at what you find
What is it? Lift it. Hold it to the light
And see the subtle sculpture I designed
It’s her. You see? It’s grandma. Yes, it’s true!
A likeness of the woman you adore
Portrayed to show the qualities we knew
Exotic dancer. Dominatrix. Whore
My grandpa smiles at everything I bake
And licks the naked lady in the cake
