Ode to a Fruitcake
Created | Updated May 21, 2004
An interesting thing is a fruitcake
So cold in your cellophane wrapping
What feels like jello yet claims to be cake
What hands did thy making
What oven thy baking
From Claxton, Georgia you came
Yet here on the shelf you are found
Claiming old fashion and world fame
Always square never round
Four dollars a pound
When I came in next week you were gone
Yet no one seemed interested in buying
Such bizarre things going on
As if you flew on wing
Such an interesting thing
So cold in your cellophane wrapping
What feels like jello yet claims to be cake
What hands did thy making
What oven thy baking
From Claxton, Georgia you came
Yet here on the shelf you are found
Claiming old fashion and world fame
Always square never round
Four dollars a pound
When I came in next week you were gone
Yet no one seemed interested in buying
Such bizarre things going on
As if you flew on wing
Such an interesting thing
