Dearly
beloved we are gathered here today
To mourn
the passing of a dear friend
A unique
and caring individual
So soft
and sweet
A golden
companion
With a delicious
cream filling
Your
trials are now passed
As you
fall to memory
Residing in
the annals of history
And in many a lower intestine
Now only
legend
As even
the most frugal reserves
Are long
depleted
One box after
another falling
To gluttonous
orgies of tribute
Now it is
left to the bards
To sing elegiac
ballads
As solace
to the mournful souls
Who once
of heady nights of yore
Would emerge
amidst the dark
As the
blessed Sabbath expired
To sally forth
on quests of plunder
Chasing sweetened
spongy cakes
Filled with
creamy white ambrosia
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