Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Kings Cake

Kings Day kicks off the Mardi Gras.
Eating some King Cake is a must
To celebrate a time of awe,
Plastic baby Jesus is thrust
Inside the cake, which outside is
Purple, green and gold sugared bright.
Baking King Cakes - seasonal biz.
Before I took that first cake bite,
Adult beverages I had drunk,
Prob'ly too many I might note.
I scarfed down cake, swallowed a chunk.
The plastic babe slid down my throat.

I'm on my way to the E.R.
This time of year - not too bizarre.