The Gravy Cake

One time my mother made a cake, As lovely as could be. This time she did no frosting make, But caramel sauce, you see. For lunch we had a nice beef roast With spuds and gravy, too. The gravy looked just like the sauce; Sounds crazy, but it's true. My father cut himself a slice Of cake, and boy, did it look nice! He topped it off with what he thought Was caramel sauce, and then he said Did I put gravy on that instead? All it took was a little dip Of his small finger, just the tip To prove that yes, in fact he had Put gravy on it, my poor dad! My mom was gone; she'd had to leave For some church meeting, I believe. When she got home, to her delight Sat that nice cake, a lovely sight! She grabbed a fork and took a bite, And I think you know, my friends, How this sad story ends.