The Perfect Cake

The Perfect Cake by Kenn Nesbitt

Today’s my mother’s birthday.
She’s a connoisseur of cakes.
I tried to bake a masterpiece
but made a few mistakes.

I couldn’t find the flour,
so I stirred in mashed potatoes,
then turned it red as roses
by including stewed tomatoes.

I knew that eggs were needed,
but is seventeen too many?
We had no milk or butter,
so I couldn’t put in any.

The sugar was the weirdest part;
it tasted just like salt!
Her “cake” came out like meatloaf,
which was clearly all my fault.

Mom said, “This cake is perfect
and you’ve totally succeeded!
You made it with a lot of love,
and that is all I needed.”