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4. Cake Problem

Ah, this was written in the times when I first started learning and understanding fractions.

"Cake Problem"
December 2004
Olga Taratuta

I got a cake last Saturday
At least one- eighth I got
Then chopped the slice smaller,
Eight- eighth, that’s much! I thought

I didn’t eat it all at once
Instead, I saved it for later
Only a fool would gobble it up
Like a crazy alligator

My brother sneaked up on me
And ate one- eighth of the cake
Only had seven- eighth left
Leaving the cake on the table was a terrible mistake!

It was a hot and sunny day
And two pieces melted
Only had five- eighth left
But still I had to save it

Spike my dog ate a piece
Now what shall I do?
With only four pieces left
I’ll go hullabaloo

I couldn’t take it anymore
But I had to save it still
Some pigeons came to my cake
And ate a piece from the windowsill

With only three- eighth of the cake
I could just cry
A piece slid off my plate
Fell on the floor, goodbye


Only two pieces left
A piece grew some mold
And the last one got old

I had 0 pieces left

I was saving this cake for a year,
And now I admit
The fool is the one who saves it

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