Mr. Salt: Yes, dear?
V: I want some cheesecake.
S: I thought we’d been over this.
V: A giant five-pound cake,
With Heath Bar and Kisses or maybe some Pay Day,
Everything my way!
Graham cracker crust with sweet cinnamon dust.
I’ll keep yelling! You must!
S: But, Veruca, haven’t you learned?
V: I want the works!
I want the whole works!
White chocolate chips that will melt on my lips,
And will make me do flips!
Bake it for me!
I want it now,
Now and not after like that Wonka disaster!
Make it come faster!
With berries and streusel or pumpkin pie filling,
Why aren’t you willing?
S: After all those therapy bills, really?
V: I want Brooklyn’s best bakers,
Only master cake makers,
To complete my design and to make me stop whine.
Won’t it be so divine?
S: Alright, already! I’ll make the order! Just put a cork in it.
Available online at anythingcheesecake.com.
Photo credit: Deb Caponera