A Distaste for Variety
by Celine Wehbe '19
There were piles and piles of vanilla cake.
The baker would sell them each day as he baked.
But locked up, just waiting, were those recipes
That were key lime and chocolate and cakes made with cheese.
But the stubborn old baker had one thing he savored:
To bake endless cakes that were vanilla-flavored.
Vanilla was perfect, and selling with haste
But one day a man came in craving new taste
"Bake me a red velvet cake, if you please,
My young daughter's birthday has come with the breeze."
"Sorry, sir, vanilla's the only cake,
But I can add color to create a fake."
The man was not angry, but only confused
He wanted to know why the baker refused.
"But surely you can make another confection!"
But all he was met with was cold, hard rejection.
"Vanilla is the only cake full of worth.
All hail vanilla, the king of the earth!"