Cake Remake

A dream remembered after I’m awake
a couple hours, had me with someone
as I prepare a very simple cake
that, in the oven right before it’s done,
I realize lacks a needed fat. I’d spun
the mix too rapidly, and left a part
behind. Although it’s edible and fun,
reluctantly I know I must restart.

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