Going the Distance

 

Nothing has more potential than an unfrosted cake.

Enthusiastically crouched at the baking line

Fingers pumping and thumping icing

The icing bag plump, the tip just right

Churning and burning, to make this day bright

I deftly maneuver and muscle for skill

Fuel burning fast on each turn I kill

Reckless and wild, I squeeze through the stars

My prowess is potent and secretly bizarre

I'm going the distance

Not going for speed

I'm all alone (all alone)

All alone with time to succeed.

Sometimes I get the call to bake for Sweet Celebrations.  It's cool and I suggest it.