A birthday poem. . . about a birthday cake

[sudzkat]

Once there was a birthday cake,
who lived very near a lake
where busy cooks did toil and bake,
Noble pastries did they make.

Of all the desserts' gallant deeds,
The birthday cake's great works did lead.
He was found where e'er 'twas need.
Each cry for help he did heed.

He saved a princess from a beast
(bowing out before the feast)
Of the wicked he was least,
but great among all breads with yeast (?)

One fine April evening, late,
(on the birthday of a boy named Nate)
The birthday cake went on a date
with his favorite cookie mate.

Suddenly Cookie was dipped in a flagon
by a fire breathing dragon!
Who threw his treat into a wagon,
because he wanted Cookie with milk.
(okay, what rhymes with flagon, wagon, and dragon?)

The birthday cake wasted no time
Shouting out, "That cookie's mine!"
"No!" The cookie tried to mime,
"Save yourself! He wants to dine!"

The dragon turned upon his prey,
And knowing there was no other way
for Cookie to sweeten another day,
Cake boldly stepped into the fray.

Cake moved quickly, like a mink,
and saved his cookie from the drink,
Whisked her away to the kitchen sink,
And lavished on her frosting pink.

They were happy evermore,
or so the story goes in lore,
But that version is such a bore.
What's a story without some gore?

A cheerful party came along--
Cake didn't hear the birthday song!
Revelers and bells-- ding dong,
O, Birthday Cake, they've done you wrong!

At least your end was on the plate
of a birthday boy named Nate
Who got his birthday letter late
And left a cookie without a date.