A Feast of Words

Served up a feast

Took hours to make, at least

It was a full ten-course meal

Full of seasoning and herbs

Called a masterpiece, displaying some nerve

But here’s the deal

It was mostly left untasted

So the majority of it was wasted

You don't want good meat

Preferring the sickly sweet

Bypassing the fulfilling

heading straight to the cream filling

Loving the sugary concoctions

Over the bread and butter creations

Chasing each bite with wine

You complain if chewing takes time

Refusing to try something new

Denying that this is all true

The saccharine taste you dig right in

You wipe the cream from your chin

So here’s your honeyed cake

Which only I can make

It may not be what you were expecting

But this is the delicacy I am selecting

So enjoy this little rhyme

I whipped it up in no time