The Cake Not Eaten

A cake cooled in a laden fridge,
And sorry I could not eat it all
Or even take a tiny smidge
Though thoughtfully I eyed the ridge
Of almonds, hid beneath the foil.

The center, moist and tender fare
Was covered deep in chocolate lid
With coconut and sugar, paired,
And melted marshmallows, ensnared
Its ruthless siren call to bid.

Oh, what would be the harm to take
Within the dead and quiet night
The smallest sliver from that cake
And thus a toothsome morsel make
Apart from kindred, frowning sight?

Nay, a time would surely bide
When guilt and thought remorse the deed,
Striking heart with wish to hide
The stolen pleasure. 'Twas denied,
Such cake, I did not eat.

(apologies to Robert Frost)
 

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