CAKE – A SmallTale

“Pan it, Tony!” cried Madeleine.
Her husband swung the skillet at an intruder, who fell to the floor with a loud garache. It was a Dundee-d.
“This is a bit rum, baba” Madeleine went down on all petits fours & tied the intruder up, ladyfingers pulling the rope torte.
He ganached his teeth and went to see what the other Battenburglar had stollen.
“Oh Eccles like! Chorley not! The world’s gone upside-down!” Tony cried, “They’re taking the bara brith!”
“What is it, angel, what did they Fondant Fancy?”
“I dunno, but my bloody lawn’s ruined where they were parkin.”


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