Sometimes I wonder where I would be,
If you weren't there to oversee.
Second guessing, brainstorming, bouncing ideas around,
Just like you have done with other cakers in town.
Endless calls and emails abound,
To my wits end you will hound.
Will it be dots, stripes or a bow?
You can't decide and I don't know.
You are so close to making up your mind,
But oh no wait another idea you did find.
You were so excited you had to call me while I was in church,
You real didn't want to leave me in a lurch.
Four tiers, fondant, cream cheese and buttercream,
8 flavors of cake with filling in between.
Oh by the way it needs to serve at least 15.
You know it will be costly but your willing to go upwards of 40 bucks
She only gonna be 1 once by shucks.
This cake has to be the envy of every party host
But we must hurry because we are cutting it close.
The little one's first birthday is only 6 months away.
It customers like this that make me wish I was hauling hay.
I wrote that on the fly, I felt the need to wax poetic. I was so inspired by a customer that has been a real PITA for the past six weeks.
I never realized that it was so hard to choose a color for dots. I hope my own children don't feel cheated because I didn't give their birthday cakes such thought.
I think I'm going to have to write another ode to this same customer. I'm at the end of my rope with this woman.
Too funny.
Your creativity is not limited to cake!
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