fruit cake
no one has ever liked fruit cake.
except old ladies i guess.
this fruit cake was 54 years old.
it smelled like death.
and looked even worse.
i refused to taste it.
even though it offered its self many times.
it acted like it was sublime to be a fruit cake.
it carried a can of weed.
often getting high.
it strutted it stuff
which made all of us cry.
it some times drank rum
but it never settled well.
perhaps it was too fruity.
it often belched.
yet it often tossed its cookies.
it lost weight.
and was no longer able to hold doors open.
the useless fruit cake was left in the dust.
and it joined his fellows at the
local fruit bar.
