The Singing Fruitcake

I’m a little fruitcake dry and stout,

See my yummy raisins do not pout.

You can serve me up, preferably in slices

I’d suggest some butter, or add some spices.


I’m a little fruitcake brave and bold,

I’m always served at Christmas, I never get old

Take me with some schnapps…have a little bite

Soon you’ll be schnookered…high as a kite.


I’m a little fruitcake proudly presented

I really smell quite fruity, I’m heavenly scented.

Don’t insult the hostess, just pass me under the table,

Or feed me to the dogs…here Skippy, here Mabel.


I’m a little fruitcake, set me on a plate

I know those little pups can hardly wait.

Their whiskers shiver, and noses quiver

Poor schmucks would rather have a chop, or chicken liver.


I’m a little fruitcake I’ve lived for months in a box

I know you want bagels and maybe some lox.

But it’s Christmas my fine fellow

So cake you’ll have and try not to bellow.


I’m a little fruitcake and I represent

The loving family from whom I was sent.

I’m a little fruitcake and I’m getting stale

Please, take, take, take and quaff some ale.

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16 Responses to The Singing Fruitcake

  1. Hi Robena,
    Adorable! What a poet you are. Loved the pictures too!

  2. KarenB says:

    Well done! I must confess, I do miss my grandmother’s fruitcake. I think I’m the only one in the family that does.

  3. Robin says:

    Happy Holidays, Robena! That was terrific! I enjoyed reading your poem much more than I enjoy eating fruitcake. 🙂 I hope you have a wonderful weekend!

  4. Robena Grant says:

    Go on…have a bite. : )
    A wonderful holiday weekend to you too, Robin.

  5. Kaitlin O'Riley says:

    So cute, Robena!

  6. Julie says:

    I LOVED this!
    And yeah, I’m the only one in my famly who adores them too.

  7. lol I’ll skip the fruitcake and head right for the liquor. Oh wait, I live in a dry county. Liquour is an hour away. Oh well.
    This gave me a smile better than liquor anyway.

  8. Robena Grant says:

    Hi, Judy. Glad this made you smile. : )

  9. Too funny, Robena. I was getting a little tipsy just reading it. I think we all have a love/hate relationship with fruitcake. Like romance writers to fiction, it’s the “can’t get no respect” (Rodney Dangerfield) of Holiday cakes!
    Loved the pooch pics.