confectionary quintain

by William P. Adams

Jacobo Daye was the Chef of all Trades

His muffins were buttery tender

On the flip side of this

His eel pies were bliss

Until he put both in the blender

Tinka Bodah wore a prosthetic claw

And insisted on poking the pudding

The juice drizzling down

Caused the Baker to frown

Putting Tinka on tenuous footing

Marsilius Wendt had a particular bent

His confectionery skills were unmatched

Until it was found

His cakes weren’t quite pound

But store-bought and not made from scratch

Persephone Clarke thought it a lark

To be caught in flagrante delicto

My goodness, she purred

Would you have preferred

I burst out of a cake incognito?

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BIO: William P Adams lives and writes in the Pacific Northwest. His short, twisted, caffeine-infused fiction and poetry have appeared in 101 Words, Cafe Lit, Jake, Little Old Lady Comedy, Neither Fish Nor Foul, Sea Wolf Journal, X-R-A-Y Magazine, and other places.