the cake.

Uncut, wholly you've eaten the cake,

now another one you can't bake.

You can't eat and have it-

it's all lost to your zest.

You chewed and swallowed in haste

devoid of our ancient feast.

You'd have waited, at least for my sake.

Though I might leave, with me an empty shell I take.

It's oft° sweet when cut by a maiden;

but you've left me crumbs that are forbidden,

meagre for my peacock stature-

and another cake you can't bake for the future.

Although your whims have reigned,

before life's wrath you will be arraigned.

Bunguswa Writes.