Don’t ask me to make a decision.
It’s an arduous journey to take,
As the only time I’ve got clear vision
Is when asked if I fancy a cake.
Even then it can be rather tricky
As when asked to decide on just one
My fingers are suddenly sticky
And the cake thief is back on the run.
It’s safer if you don’t ask questions
As I’ll just get myself in a state.
Instead you can leave some “suggestions”,
And I’ll leave with them piled on my plate.