The Life of a Cupcake

She put me in the oven to bake.

Me, a deprived and miserable cake.

Feeling the heat, I started to bubble.

Watching the others, I knew I was in trouble.

She opened the door and I started my life.

Frosting me with a silver knife,

Decorating me with candy jewels.

The rest of my batch looked like fools.

Lifting me up, she took off my wrapper.

Feeling the breeze, I wanted to slap her.

Opening her mouth with shiny teeth inside,

This was the day this cupcake died.