Small Crumbs of Comfort

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It looked just like a layer cake,
And that’s just what it was.
The finest thing that one could bake,
This layer cake from Oz.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The cake was fluffy and so light,
The cream was fresh and sweet,
The strawberry jam was spread just right,
‘Twas near too good to eat.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 But this was not a normal cake,
Of butter, sugar, flour.
It cured each bruise and gash and ache
With therapeutic power.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 A Melbourne witch did cook it up,
One day, when ‘twas expedient.
She added sugar by the cup
And one unknown ingredient.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 She gave it to her husband, who
Did run a local side.
Just a crumb, she warned, would do
If someone nearly died.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 So thanks to that most helpful witch,
The players were never beaten.
When they got hurt upon the pitch,
A crumb of cake was eaten.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 No matter how opponents hacked,
Or made a dreadful lunge,
The players jumped up all intact,
Thanks to the magic sponge.


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