We build, build tier on tier,
In the hope of taller, taller, without regard to fear.
We spend time on levelling that foundation,
Carve it carefully, like your proverbial nation.
We put layer on layer, wanting to make it vibrant,
Our hands tremble, our eyes wander like a truant.
We use the best flavours, for it should not just be a sight for sore eyes,
But also taste like happiness, like a million-dollar prize!
We use the best icing on it, and some fondant if time allows,
After all, it should be the centre of attraction in the whole house.
But we are never really satisfied with what we make,
Always searching for those cherries on proverbial cakes!!!