Cake

There was a beautiful cake lying there.
It was begging to be eaten.
I had come to the table late,
so no one saw me take it.
At first it was just a little taste,
but one thing let to another.
What started on the edges,
turned out to be too many bites.
I accidentally ate it.
It is the cake’s fault, you know,
for being so delicious.
That cake knew how yummy it looked.
Really, could anyone blame me?

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