Is this your real wife? She’s very fat you see….

Ah, the Queen of parodies. I see a little silhouette of a cake.

But to the point. And at once. For my theme is parodies, and I warm to it.

Consider the cake on your plate, and look at it. And wonder. For this cake, if cake it is, may not be the real cake, the true cake, the one true cake. It may be, but it also may not. And in not being, therein lies the paradox.

When you study this cake, noting the pureness, the chocolatiness, the overall dusting of icing sugar upon the dark chocolate icing, are you not aware that this may be the work of the Anti-Choc?

If you are so aware, if you see the Anti-Choc in things cakey, can you be sure that the chocolatiness of this cake is not the one true chocolate, and that the Anti-Choc has fooled you. Scaramouche Scaramouche, will you do the fandango? And if you will do it, will you do it near the true cake or the cake of the Anti-Choc.

And again is this the real cake, or the cake for your very fat wife? Is she the real wife? Is this the real cake? And the cakestand, what of that? Is it? Do you know that it is? Have youi seen the entire process wherein it came into being? And is it worthy of the cake upon it, whether it be of the true cake or the Anti-Choc?

Are you sure, now you look at the cake, if flour was used in the baking, or is this the famous flourless swiss chocolate cake of the Galle Fort Hotel, so named on their menu with pride and vanilla bean ice cream? And is flour important?

For cake is cake, and the baking thereof is cakey bakey goodness, and much to be prized, never despised. And certainly investigated with tongue, not with magnifying glass.

And so it may be the one true cake.

But do you know? Are you sure?

And will you do the fandango? is this your real wife?