Miscellaneous Sponge

Guilty indulgence after lunch:

A noxious miscellaneous sponge.

Not carrot cake or chocolate fudge

Just lukewarm custard, drifting sludge.

The flavour was a little bland

But to dismiss it out of hand

Was to ignore its easy charm:

Simplicity that could disarm.

Although cupcakes do catch the eye

The stomach’s still unsatisfied.

First bite of brownie is divine

Yet fill the fork a second time

And throat is clogged with chocolate gunge

So choose the miscellaneous sponge!

Submerged like coral on custard seas,

The humble sponge spoke out to me:

“Remember me when I am gone

And languish in the unknown throng

Of undistinguished, dull desserts

That were not best and were not first!”

The sanctimonious sponge was done.

The course of its short life was run.

One final spoonful did the business.

I felt remorse, and begged forgiveness.

Your brief life did not count for much;

You never seemed to be enough.

Surrounded by less boring friends;

No epitaph will mark your end.

You were not great, but you were good;

You lived just like a human should.

Most blessed of the cakes we munch;

God bless you, miscellaneous sponge!