Yes, my friends: the notion of "cake" has been much with me of late, what with a recent (and, I have discovered, eminently sensible) decision to bake my own wedding cakes. So much is it with me, that I am re-writing popular classics in my head! For example, a few well-chosen tweaks to George Michael's smash-hit number one 45, "I want your sex", and you have a hymn to confection-intimacy! (I am, I should confess, particularly pleased with the last two lines).
"I want your cake
I want your cake
I want your.....cake
It's natural
It's chemical (let's do it)
It's logical
Habitual (can we do it?)
It's sensual
But most of all.....
Cake is something that we should do
Cake is something for me and you
Cake is natural - cake is good
Not everybody does it
But everybody should
Cake is natural - cake is fun
Cake is best when it's....bun on bun
bun on bun."
(Not dissimilar, I am sure regular readers will agree, with last May's foray into the renaming of classical composers!)
4 comments:
What's your definition of baking baby
What do you consider croquenbouche
Don't you know I ice it till it hurts me baby
Don't you think it's time you had cake with me
Sorry. Right now this is the best I could do…
I do not know you, LutraLutra, but I would like to welcome you to this web-blog, and salute your incredible genius.
I bow before you. Never apologise again.
Wedding fever!
That and everything else fever.
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