Sweetcakes, tarts, and muffintops

Each one has its rules

And ignoring sacred recipes

Is the path of fools

For sweetcakes, tarts and muffintops

Come not by accident

And a monkey for their baker

Would set bold precedent

We know that tasting pulchritude

Is quite constrained by task

If you throw out all the recipes

You might as well not ask

Don’t ask that such distractions

Enliven your bleak day

A randomized confection

Would almost certainly dismay

Too much salt, or flour

Would bar success for sure

And that lump of sodden crumbcake

You might scarcely just endure

I wonder then at moderns

The thinkers of today

Who ignore the rules for happiness

And are surprized to meet dismay

We’ve shelved the ten commandments

Or offered just a glance

When we might find real fulfillment

If we’d give them one more chance

For sweetcakes, tarts, and muffintops

Require their recipe

And if they need such for beauty

It’s not errant, so do we.