One by one
Under jelly covering
The strawberries crimsons.
All around
alluring almond seduce
the simpering whipped cream.

It is delightful, isn't it?

Underneath the cover,
with cloying costly jam,
mediocre dough
is  disgusting,
it yearn for getting away
from unmerciful blade:
it's too early
for unveiled deception,
dough is aware of it.

During the dinner
I get  the feeling
the cake
It's me.