Licked Frosting

We were maniacal,

With a surgical team’s precision.

You handed me eggs and I cracked

You measured oil and I mixed.

There was no need for three dozen cupcakes,

But we were having too much fun to stop.

We discussed how to fit pastry chef into your life plan

Alongside of spy, food critic and scientist.

I set you up for failure.

I frosted and you decorated.

I presented you the frosting knife,

As a mark of our successful venture.

Our dinner party oohed and awed

We were a huge hit, success!

And afterwards, when it was time to clean up

I checked the extra plates of cupcakes,

We had so loving stashed in the den;

Our reward for a job well done.

To find those cakes denuded, stripped

Of all their icing.

You sniffled, embarrassed,

At your lack of self-restraint.

You had no idea why you had licked them,

Each and every one left over.

I think I know, though.

I think it was better,

To only have them last one glorious day.

This post was written in response to the writing prompt: 2.) Write a poem inspired by a picture you took last week. Share both!