Forgive Me Kate
Please forgive me Kate
I ate the chocolate cake
that you lovingly baked
and had left on the worktop.
I started with just a slice,
then another, it was so nice
you see, very moreish, heavenly,
to be precise.
There are now crumbs
just a dusting of brown,
remains on the white background
of your Limoges porcelain plate.