Mr. blake
On a long awaited date
when good old Mr. Blake
came home rather late
the cake had a place in the plate
He slumped where he lay
anticipated something nicely baked
like a toad on leafy plate
anxiously waiting for it’s mate
The tick-tock clock ticked in its pace
and when he saw the rate
his hunger caused him rage
He gazed through the windows rain
like the serviette in black stains
From the blaze he sat in a daze
lit the ciggerette from the flame
slept never to awake
and dreamt of seas and landscapes
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