My plumber says I've sprung a leak;
my psychiatrist says I'm an antisocial geek;
My doctor says my bones are weak; What am I to do?

Ooh! Ooh! I know! I'll bake myself a cake.
Their quite easy to make, yes? Oh it'll be quite grand! Made with my own hands!
An awesome super-cake!

I'll fill it full of stuff (you know, delicious stuff)! I'll call all my friends (what friends?) right over!
I'm sure I'll make enough.

Oh it was grand, we filled with glee (we being my cat and me). It tasted like capricious dreams;
all that fluffly filling cream.
And then I slept, and when I woke (If I woke at all),
I was in another world, a gleaming sun-filled hall.

Fin (Or possibly not [This could spell a sequel!])