The evils of cake

My boss made me eat cake. I managed to refuse him this morning but this afternoon I was on the phone, I was not paying attention, he waved the cake under my nose and before I knew what happened I was eating it. It is now sitting in my stomach, heavy like Judas cake. At least I denied some potatoes last week. To make up for the cake lapse I have signed up for the Tuesday Sparrow's Fart class.