In a quaint abode, by gentle light, Where cakes abound, a sweet delight, The air is filled with sugar’s grace, A charming, cozy, quaint embrace.
The flavors dance, a merry troupe, On tongues that savor every scoop, With every bite, joy’s sweet unfold, A tale of bliss in crumbs retold.
So come, partake, and time delay, In this fair haven, softly stay, Where cakes, like dreams, all worries chase, And leave a smile upon your face.