Beautiful pound cake, oh thee I adore
When I bake you and dress you, with my guests I will score
Your heavenly scent fills the house as you cook
Do I dare open the oven door for a look?
The longest 75 minutes I wait for your birth
But when you emerge, my soul fills with mirth
How lovely you look, so fluffy and light
Soon you’ll be free from your pan and bring me delight
You appear a bit stubborn, you coy little jewel
It seems for your removal, I have not the tool
Nor the patience or strength
To achieve this task I must go to great length
Are you painfully shy or just evil incarnate?
To stay in that pan like a recalcitrant varmint
Just what is your problem, you monstrous thing?
I thought you loved me, you made my heart sing
After scraping and digging, you finally came out
“Just look at this nightmare!” In the kitchen I shout
My wailing falls on deaf ears, but I know you’re listening
Bane of my existence, the black of your soul is glistening
Company’s coming, my lemon laced foe
I’ll find a way ’round this, you forget I’m a pro
The battle you’ve won, but surely not the war
With some fancy footwork, I’ll give you what for
I cut you to pieces, and with berries I toss
you in a darling little dish and show you who’s boss
A sweet tangy glaze, and a flourish of whipped cream
Now my nightmare cake is the dessert of wild dreams
My husband so proud, my guests doubly thrilled
But you?..you’re about to get grilled
Listen here cake, don’t mess with me again
Lemon pound cake french toast is my new best friend.