I looked with glee one day to lunch
To some delightful treats to munch
A chocolate biscuit creamy cake
Which took my near three hours to bake
I thought about the treat with joy
And knew this sweet I would enjoy
But low, I found when mid day struck
Someone my vaunted cake had took
What more these wretched lowlife bums
Had left the plate, covered in crumbs
I vowed that vengeance would be mine
That I would get the little swine
I sent a memo, made to all
That upon this thief my wrath would fall
Unless the fiend confessed tout sweet
And bought for me another treat
Yet no offenders came on up
So I started hunting down the pup
Checked the desks all round me
Viewed the morning CC TV
Alas, no solid lead came out
At which point I left a blood-rage shout
“You think you’ve got the best of me?
This is not done, oh you shall see!”
I spent the afternoon in thought
About the lowlife perp I sought
When time to leave I spied a note
From the intern Jane, a little dote
She said “I would thank you for today
Being nice on my birthday
And allowing one and all to take
A piece each of your lovely cake!”
With that my memory came clear
That I agreed the little dear
Could take herself a little slice
Of the cake that looked so nice
And with that I could not say no
To other who wanted a go
So when I left it, most was gone
And feasting did continue on
So in the end I came to see
The punk who took the cake, was me.