In 1902 this Christmas nightmare began.
When young Peggy made a gift for here gram.
She had no money, no means to buy frills.
So she would bake her a cake ,oh was she thrilled.
Now Peggy was no baker and Im sorry to say .
But the gift she baked still haunts us today.
Its came from the oven brown and hard as stone.
Fruit and nuts inside it were thrown.
She forgot the sugar and what makes it worse.
On that day she started the fruit cake curse.
They come in all sizes right to your door.
Their in every isle in the grocery store.
In boxes and cans in ribbons of red.
this pesky connfection is one that I dread.
This nightmare gets worse as the years go by.
You cant get rid of them hard as you try.
Trust me when I say this story is true.
Somewhere in your attic is a fruit cake that someone has given you!
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-12-02 19:29:03
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