Even at a wake,
Sometimes I like to bake,
For moneys sake,
I once ate at a lake,
I even brought a rake,
It wasn't a fake,
I even read William Blake,Oh for heavens sake!
Pull the brake!
Or there will be a bad mistake,
And you will look like steak,
Now its getting cold I shiver and shake,
No more will I bake,
Because this is read at my wake,
But do not touch my cake,
For it shall take...
Your soul.
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