I line your grin in tidy rows, but when you eat, I sometimes stow a bit of lunch I won’t release, a stubborn guest with zero peace.

I scoop, I stab, I enter your gab; a hybrid creation that brings satiation.

At night I'm in your garden, or sneaking through the street. It's best you don't surprise me if ever we should meet. I may look unassuming when at first you cross my path, but if you don't take heed you're gonna need to take a bath.

I show up uninvited, a jumpy little pest, I bounce in your belly and give your lungs no rest. You hold your breath, you drink, try a fright, but I’ll bounce your diaphragm again just out of spite!

I start as a birthday treat, with lovely layers oh so neat! I’m sweet and I’m soft, with frosting to spare, and I fly through the air when your friends don’t play fair.