Taken on September 15, 2011
Jonathan Blake
Ate too much cake,
He isn’t himself today;
He’s tucked up in bed
With a feverish head,
And he doesn’t much care to play.
Jonathan Blake
Ate too much cake,
And three kinds of ice cream too—
From latest reports
He’s quite out of sorts,
And I’m sure the reports are true.
I’m sorry to state
That he also ate
Six pickles, a pie, and a pear;
In fact I confess
It’s a reasonable guess
He ate practically everything there.
Yes, Jonathan Blake
Ate too much cake,
So he’s not at his best today;
But there’s no need for sorrow—
If you come back tomorrow,
I’m sure he’ll be out to play.
—William Wise
Favorite Poems Old and New
edited by Helen Ferris
09.15.2023: This year there were 20 candles on the cake.