Cake, cake, I love cake
Oh do stop posting entries from www.odps.org/glossword/index.php?a=index&d=3 that you didnt actually write.

here's an original:

Cake
Cake, cake, I love cake,
The finest food that one can bake.
Light jam sponge
or fruit and nut,
I'm never happy if the cake tins shut.

and when your 5th-year english teacher tells you to write a poem about the awful book you've just been forced to read, this is the result:

Calum's Song

I sit beneath your needles, old pine,
You tallest of all trees;
I clamber to your highest branches,
And pick thy cones with ease.

I see you in your summer splender,
As I put the cones into the blender!
Your life will last long after mine,
For I'm a man and you're a pine!

When I work within your peak,
Close to nature and I so meek,
And as I settle for my lunch,
I count your cones and rub my hunch!

It is with remorse that you are felled,
It hurt not you, twas me who yelled,
Cos you fell on my flaming foot!
(BourbonBiscuits, Mon 15 Aug 2005, 12:31, Reply)